The King(194)

“No, it is solidly on me—”
“Just stop.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
So was she. Because the sad truth was that she had enjoyed being with him. Indeed, while it was happening, it had been a kind of paradise. Unfortunately, that illusion was as transient as the act, and now that it was over? The pleasure was as if it had never been.
“Selena, whatever it is you’re thinking, you can say it—”
“I wish I had been born into another life,” she blurted. “I should have liked falling in love with a single male and finding a humble place in the world with him. I do not think I would have wanted for anything like that, no matter how little we had.”
“That can still be for you.” His voice became utterly flat. “That can happen—any male would want you.”
Ah, yes, but there was only one person she wanted. And even if Trez had been a saint, which he clearly was not, she was still out of time.
“It’s all right.” She struggled to hold back tears—and was successful. After all, soon she would be alone. “It is what it is. I have learned long ago, there is no negotiating with destiny.”
They fell silent for the longest time.
“I don’t love her,” he gritted out. “I don’t know why I feel like I have to say that, but I do.”
“The one you are mating? Yes, you said that before.” Abruptly, she stared across the way at him, noting his lowered head, his aura of sorrow. “Ironic, but we are not so different, you and I.”
As his eyes shifted to hers, she shrugged. “I have had no hand in my destiny, either. The tragedy is that some things follow us like shadows—they are with us wherever we go.”
“Yeah. I just never cared about that. Until I met you.”
She thought of the Sanctuary’s cemetery, of her sisters who had been relegated to a shortened life span, and had had to wait to die in a prison of their own bodies. Then she remembered the feel of him moving inside of her, the liquid warmth flowing throughout her muscles and bones.
“Did you love them?” she asked.
“Who? Oh, the women … no. Never. At all. Hell, half the time I didn’t really enjoy it.” He cracked his neck like those shoulder muscles of his were stiffening up again. “I really don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I was out of control and just trying to get out of my own head. The problem is, all those women are inside of me now.”
“Inside…?”
“My people believe that you can poison yourself if you have … if you’re with people the way I was. And I have—poisoned myself. It’s eaten me up until there’s nothing in here.”
As he touched the center of his chest, she realized that he was, in fact, hollow, the light gone from his eyes, the animation lacking in his body, his aura dissipated as if it had never been.
Overcome with sadness, she shook her head. “You were wrong.”
“About what.”
So empty, he was … vacant down to his soul. “What I see now … is the worst part of it all.”
As Assail stood on the shores of the Hudson, he was once again dressed in black with a black mask over his face. Behind him, Ehric was silent and at attention, wearing the same articles of clothing.
Both of them had guns in their hands.
“They’re late,” his cousin said.
“Yes.” Assail listened hard. “We give them five minutes. Not one more.”
Off to the left, about four meters into the tree line, his bulletproof Range Rover sat ass to the river, Evale in the driver’s seat with the engine running.
Assail glanced up to the night sky. Following an earlier snowstorm, the moon now had some lazy clouds drifting over its face, and he hoped they took their own sweet time. More light they did not need—although the site was otherwise discreet enough: remote, in a bend on the shoreline, with forest that came nearly up to the river’s frozen edge. Also, the way in had been a lumpy, bumpy barely-there lane, even the SUV struggling in its off-road mode—
“I am worried about you.”
Assail glared over his shoulder. “I beg your pardon?”
“You do not sleep.”
“I am not tired.”
“You do too much of the coke.”
Assail turned back around and prayed for the appearance they awaited for a fresh reason. “Worry not, cousin.”
“Do you know if they made it to their destination.”
It had been so long since Ehric had asked after anyone, that Assail had to pivot around once more. And indeed, his primary instinct was to shut the inquiry down quick, yet the true concern on that hard face stopped him.
He resumed watching the sluggish, icy water. “No, I do not.”