Endless Knight (The Arcana Chronicles #2)(90)

Heedless of his anger, I pressed on. “Then if we haven’t slept together, have you ever?” I wasn’t a virgin, but he might be.

His glass shattered in his fist.

“I-I guess not. But you’d intended to with me?” To my bed, Empress.

“Until you betrayed me.”

“How?” When he gave a pointed glance at the necklace, I said, “What if I never can remember? I need to know!”

He grated, “I told you, creature. You folded first.”

“The two of us had called a truce before?”

He rose with a disgusted expression—but I didn’t think it was directed toward me. He looked disgusted with himself, as if this encounter had just gone sideways.

“I ready for my departure,” he said dismissively, striding toward an adjoining door.

I scrambled to follow. He muttered a curse when I barreled through the doorway behind him.

I gaped at his firelit room. The ceiling and walls were solid black, the floor veined black marble. His jet-black armor hung on a stand, as if another man were in the room with us. The sole piece of furniture was a carved sleigh bed. His sheets were twisted.

Did he suffer from wicked dreams as well?

He scowled around his room, clearly regretting that I’d seen his most personal space.

“Do you know what I think, Death?” When I perched on the edge of his bed, he turned away with a sharp inhalation. “I think you missed me this morning in the gym.”

Jaw clenched, he crossed to his armor.

“And I think you’re going to miss me when you leave. Whenever you’re out there by yourself, does that gut-wrenching loneliness come creeping back?”

He stiffened.

“You hate this existence, and I think you secretly hope I can help you find another one.”

“It doesn’t matter what I hope. Because I can’t trust you.”

“If you could, would you want more with me? Would you want to be with me?”

“This was a mistake. You need to leave.” With hasty movements, he buckled a layer of metal over his right leg, another over his left. “You are forbidden from this part of the manor from now on.”

I gasped. “You do want to be with me.” As soon as I said the words, I accepted that I might want my life to be here with him as well. “Please don’t go yet. Just talk to me, Aric.”

He tensed at the use of his name, as if I’d struck him. “Leave now. If I recollect your betrayal, I might kill you. If I recollect how you’ve betrayed me already in this life . . .”

I shot to my feet. “What have I done to you?” He’d captured me, imprisoned me. When I’d attacked him and his alliance, I’d only been defending myself.

“I am warning you—leave me.” Turning away, he yanked off his shirt to don his breastplate. Even in the midst of this discord, I gazed longingly at his back flexing.

He shoved on his gauntlets and turned, seeming surprised to see that I was still there. Did no one else disobey him?

“Any woman with sense would’ve heeded my warning.” He strapped on his sword belt.

Yes, he had warned me, but I’d already learned more about him than ever before, and I sensed he was on the verge of confiding even more. Or, well, killing me. I squared my shoulders. “I’m staying.”

He reached for his helmet, tucking it under one arm, then stalked up to me, a fearsome sight. At that moment, I completely believed some death god had chosen this man to be his knight. When we were toe to toe, I craned my head up.

Emotions sped over his face, too many to latch on to just one. “Then I’m going.” He stalked around me and left the room.

I trailed him down the corridor to the outer doors. “Damn it, Aric, can your trip not wait?”

Without another word, he charged out into a blustery storm. From the doorway, I watched, feeling like I’d just missed my one opportunity for . . . something.

Keeping him here suddenly felt crucial.

When he rode from the stable at a blistering speed, I ran out into the rain to intercept him. His mount reared, red eyes wild as its sharpened hooves pawed the air.

“You’ve lost your mind!” He yanked off his helmet, revealing his anguished glowing eyes. “What are you thinking?”

I hurried to the side of his horse, yelling over the downpour, “How have I betrayed you in this life?” When I rested my hand on his armored leg, he flinched. “I have to know.”

He dismounted, his movements deliberate, almost sinister. My heart raced as I backed up a few steps. Had he reached his limit with me?

Once he stood just before me, I had the impulse to run away. Too close, too much, too intense. But I had to know. . . .

He reached down to clamp my nape in his punishing grip. Between clenched teeth, he grated, “You weren’t meant for him.” Rain spiked his lashes. “That you allowed the mortal to have you—it makes me crazed! You gave him everything.”

“You’ve hated me for two thousand years. Tell me why you care who I was with.”

His hand shook. “I care.”

“Why?!”

He tenderly grasped my face with his lethal gauntlet. His touch might be tender, but his expression . . .

Filled with lust and longing and other feelings too seething for me to read.