“Why did you do it?” she asked, her voice startling in the quiet. “The job for the Phaendir? I know you won’t tell me what you stole for them, but can you tell me why you did it?” Silence.
“Ronan?”
“Sometimes you guide your life down a path where it seems like you have nothing to lose, so why not?”
“That’s not really an answer.” She sighed. “You’re the king of non-answers and games.” He remained silent for several moments before saying, “It is an answer. You’re just not listening closely enough.”
Rolling to her side, she sighed again. “Ronan, you’re a mystery to me. There was a time in our lives when I thought I knew everything about you, but now you’re nothing but an enigma.”
“You always did like puzzles.”
“Ugh. Go to sleep.” Bella flopped onto her back, closed her eyes, and tried to follow her own advice, but her muscles were tight with stress.
On top of it, every couple of seconds she would hear Ronan shift on the floor, trying to get comfortable.
“Ronan, get into bed. There’s no sense in you being down there when this bed could fit three people.” She winced, wondering how many times the bed really had fit three people.
He crawled onto the bed. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said on a groan as he lay down.
“Just remember it’s an invitation to get into bed, not into me.”
“I value my balls. I know better than to try anything with you right now.” Silence and darkness descended, intimacy closing around them like a velvet fist. His body heat radiated out and melted into her, relaxing her better than a massage. The stress leached from her body and drowsiness closed over her. Finally, she slept.
Bella awoke to a picture of enticement almost too strong to resist. Ronan lay on his back in just his low-slung pants, the top of his dark blue briefs visible at the waistband. His feet were bare, as was the muscled, lickable expanse of his chest. One strong arm was thrown over his face, shielding his eyes from the dawn streaming in through the uncurtained window—undoubtedly designed to get the hotel guests out of the room as quickly as possible in the morning. His other arm was thrown wide on the mattress, his hand reaching out in unconscious supplication toward her.
Bella eyed his broad hand with a mixture of alarm and contentedness.
Dear Danu, she needed counseling. Apparently this man was the worst kind of addictive drug. No matter how low her addiction brought her, a part of her still needed more. Maybe her hormones were reversed in some masochistic way, making her want only the men who were the absolute worst for her.
Her gaze skated down the smooth sweep of his chest, to the jut of his lean hip bones. Her teeth made furrows into her lower lip. It had been a long time since she’d had sex. That was obviously not a good thing, since her libido was unnaturally revved up by the sight of Ronan.
“Good morning,” came Ronan’s sleep-raspy voice.
Her gaze jerked to his face. She was well and fully clothed, but in that moment she felt naked in front of him. Could he tell that the sight of him excited her? Did he know that his mere presence in her bed helped her to sleep? Could he read all that on her face? “Good morning.”
“Sleep okay? You’ve got dark smudges beneath your eyes.”
“I didn’t sleep enough, but I’ll be all right. We should get going. I want you to get this object back, whatever it is, and clean this mess up as soon as we can so I can get back to my life.” Such as it was.
“That’s my plan too.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Thank you for coming with me.” She finally felt able to look him in the eye again. “I only came because I had to.” He held her gaze. “Really? Is that true?”
Her impulse was to look away, but she was mesmerized by the look in his eyes. “Why did you reject me all those years ago, Ronan?”
The question had slipped out on a whisper, without her even understanding she’d asked it until it was too late. Those words had been locked up within her for so many years, it felt great to finally let them free. Even though coldness at the possibilities of Ronan’s answer coated her stomach and throat. She’d imagined them all at some point over the years. I never loved you topped the list of her nightmares.
She barreled ahead, suddenly sorry she’d asked. “The queen was ready to allow us to marry and I really thought you”—she swallowed hard—“cared about me. Then out of the nowhere you stood up in front of the court and rejected me.”
He exhaled slowly. “I was stupid, Bell. I thought I was protecting you from what our union would bring.” He paused and rubbed his face with a hand, looking weary all of a sudden.
Bella blinked. That wasn’t one of the answers she’d imagined. “That makes no sense. What does that mean?”
Ronan reached for her hand, but she pulled away before he could touch her. His hand closed into a fist.
“You have Unseelie blood.”
Her heart stopped, skipped, and then began beating rapidly. “How can you know that?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “I’m not sure how I know. It’s a part of my power. I just do. Your blood sings to mine. It’s one of the things that first attracted me to you, but, Bella, if they ever found out, the Summer Queen would toss you out of the Seelie Court. You don’t have the novelty of powerful magick to keep yourself in her favor.”
She swallowed hard. “I am aware.”
He took her hands. “Imagine if we had children, you and I. Any offspring of ours would have strong, dark magick and the Seelie Court would know. I thought that if I left you, if we never created a child together, you’d be safe. Even though it would kill me to watch it, I thought you’d find yourself a Seelie nobleman and have children with only a small bit of Unseelie in them. You’d be all right.” She’d been so in love with Ronan—and so young—she’d never thought very deeply about the possibility of having children with him. Infertility was rampant among the fae, keeping their population low, but it was possible she and Ronan could produce offspring who had strong dark magick. And they wouldn’t be able to use birth control to prevent conception because no method of birth control for the fae seemed to work. Not even condoms were effective. When a fae female conceived, it was a little like magick—it just happened, no matter if the couple had been taking every precaution.