“Mara. Look at me.”
No, she couldn’t. She was afraid she’d see confirmation of her cowardice in Race’s eyes. He was the one person she couldn’t stand to have look at her like that.
She picked up the pad and focused on that so she wouldn’t have to see him.
I’m sorry. I’m so tired. I need to get some sleep.
She paused, thought about what she wanted to say then forced herself to finish. Yes, she was a coward but she meant to change that. Baby steps. She could do that at the very least.
But please don’t leave.
She’d never asked a man for anything since she’d begged her father not to send her to her uncle’s compound. Her father had told her to do her duty and act her age. She’d been fifteen. Her life since then had been one long nightmare ruled by fear. First for herself. Then for her child.
Now… She needed a little breathing room.
She handed over the pad, watched Race read it, his jaw tightening again before he nodded and captured her gaze.
“I won’t go anywhere. You go to bed. I won’t let anything happen to you. And I’ll be here when you get up.”
There was a promise in his words. One she so wanted to be worthy of.
Maybe someday.
Race watched as Mara nodded at him then turned and headed for her small bedroom at the back of the house.
He waited until she’d closed the door before he let his eyes close and his hands curl into fists.
He’d scared her. And that was the very last thing he’d ever wanted to do.
Damn it. He’d known better. He knew he shouldn’t have touched her. Knew—
Fuck.
He ran a hand over his head, the rasp of stubble against his palm abrasive. If he’d had any hair, he would’ve yanked it.
With a muttered curse, he stalked to the front door. He wanted to call his pelt and go for a run but he’d told her he’d stay here and he refused to break that promise.
So he opened the door and took a deep breath of the winter-scented air. And the scent of the man sitting on the porch.
Check that. Not a man. A god.
Tivr. Etruscan God of the Moon. Who looked as if he should be playing guitar in a metal band, all lean muscle, tattoos and spiky black hair. He leaned against the porch post, seemingly oblivious to the below-freezing temperature in a short-sleeved Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, faded jeans and bare feet.
“Hey, Race. She okay?”
Though Ty looked about twenty, the guy had been around for a couple millennia. Weird but then Race and all his friends and family turned into wolves. Who was he to talk?
“Not really sure.” Which was totally the truth. “You want to come in?”
Ty nodded though he didn’t move for several seconds. When he finally pushed away from the post, he gave Race a brief smile as he slipped by.
Shutting the door behind him, Race watched Ty amble into the room, taking in everything.
The guy was the lucani patron god, just as his mother had been their patron goddess. Now that duty had fallen to Cat, who Race still remembered as a tiny redheaded toddler following around after Race, his best friend Seth and Race’s brother Lark, who were only five and six years older than she.
After a couple laps around the room, Ty finally headed for the couch and slumped into the cushions. Race took the chair opposite, not sure what he was supposed to say or do.
“So they could only break half the spell.” Ty stared at him, sharp gaze taking in everything. “How’s Mara handling it?”
Race’s back stiffened at the tone of Ty’s voice. “She’s strong. She’ll deal. You don’t have to worry about her. She won’t go back to the Mal. Not ever.”
Ty’s lips curled in a slight smile. “I kinda thought it was like that.” Shaking his head, Ty held up one hand. “I wasn’t questioning her loyalty.”
Damn it. Should’ve kept his mouth shut again. Usually when he opened it, he said the wrong thing. Like now.
“Sorry. I didn’t—”
“Race.” Ty’s smile had spread to a full-blown grin. “Seriously. Chill. This isn’t an inquisition.”
Then why was Ty here? Race could count on one hand the number of times he’d been alone with the god. He thought he’d gotten beyond the point of being uncomfortable around him.
Not that Race was comfortable around many people.
“So, tell me something.” Ty speared him with that too-sharp gaze again. “Do you like being a soldier?”
Huh? He smoothed out a frown before it could form. “Yeah, I do.” His answer wasn’t hard to come up with. And it was the truth. But what the hell was Ty getting at?
“Have you ever considered doing anything else?”
“No, not really.”
Ty nodded, as if that was exactly what he’d expected to hear. “Nice to know what you want to do with your life, isn’t it?”
“Uh…”
Ty snorted. “Yeah, sorry. Long day. I could really use a beer.”
Race was on his feet and heading toward the fridge before he realized Mara probably didn’t have any. He’d never seen her drink anything other than milk, water or juice.
He was shocked as shit to see a six pack of Yuengling tucked in the back.
Grabbing two, he headed back to the couch, handing Ty one and sinking back into his chair.
“So can I ask you a question?”
Race wanted to groan. Seemed question-and-answer time wasn’t over yet. “Sure.” What the hell else was he going to say?
Ty stared him straight in the eyes. “What should I get Cat for her birthday?”
The birds woke Mara shortly before daybreak.
Tears gathered for the simple fact that she could hear them but she forced them back. No more tears. She didn’t want Arin’s first memory to be of her crying.
Turning, she looked for the bassinet by the bed—
Her heart nearly leaped from her chest.
The bassinet wasn’t there.
Throwing off the covers, she flew out of bed, her heart pounding up into her throat.
Where was he? Who—
She stopped short as she remembered. The bassinet hadn’t been there for weeks because she’d moved him into the crib in the next room.
And Arin wasn’t there either because Grace and Kaisie had kept him last night.
Because Race had stayed with her.
Race had kissed her. And she’d freaked. She’d been a damn timid fool.
But now it was time to face the day.
Walking into the front room, she saw him, stretched out on the couch, sound asleep.
Or so she thought. The second she took a step toward him, his eyes opened and he looked straight into hers.
He shot off the couch, instantly alert. “Hey, everything okay? What’s wrong?”
Wrong? The only thing wrong was that Arin wasn’t here. She wanted her baby.
She wanted her voice back. She wanted her life to be normal, not this freak show. She wanted parents who loved her, not the monsters who’d given her to a psychopath who treated women like breeding mares.
And…she wanted Race.
Maybe she should just wish for the moon and stars too.
“Mara. What’s wrong?”
Race’s voice held that just-woke-up rasp that made a shiver run down her spine. And brought frustrated tears to her eyes. She shook her head and signed, “I miss Arin. How’s your head?”
She watched his face as he watched her hands, saw how hard he concentrated.
He confused her. He made her want to kiss him again. He made her want…
Things she shouldn’t. Because what she wanted always came with strings.