Refugee (The Captive #3)(24)
“Your blindness?” Gideon inquired, though his gaze was focused on Aria.
“Don’t play stupid Gideon, I heard you questioning Ashby about us.” Braith’s body vibrated like a tuning fork as his chest pressed against her shoulder. His hand fell to her waist, pulling her possessively closer to him. “I think you’ve figured out the extremes that I will go to, and that there isn’t anything I won’t do, any one I won’t destroy, to protect her.”
The words, growled and cold, caused the hair on her neck to stand on end. Gideon quirked an eyebrow, a small smile of amusement flickered over his full lips. “Easy there watchdog, I mean no harm, to either of you. Like I said, we’ve been waiting for your arrival. I’m not going to ruin that now. Yes, I already figured out that there’s something going on between you two. I’m not exactly sure what, but I’m guessing that it’s far more than you’re willing to tell me right now, and that it has something to do with the return of your sight. Though, I think it will be best if this is kept from the others, at least for now.”
There was something more beneath his words. She suspected the “for now” was just to appease Braith, and that this was really something Gideon meant to keep secret for good. A part of her knew he was right, and that part terrified her.
“And you truly think things will be so different if you return now?” Aria inquired, proud her voice remained strong.
“I know they will be,” answered Gideon. The way he stared at Braith made it clear why he believed things would be different.
“Why would you even go back?” Aria gestured around the restaurant. “Everyone seems happy here, you’ve somehow managed to find a way for humans and vampires to coexist in peace.”
“Let’s be clear here, before the war we all lived in relative peace too. Most humans were oblivious to us, and we liked it that way. There were some that were a threat, some that hunted us. For the most part other humans thought those that hunted us were crazy, and there were so few of them that they weren’t all that threatening to us anyway. Some of the humans actually enjoyed our world, enjoyed sharing their blood with us. It was actually an agreeable time and place. The king forced us into the border towns and The Barrens. He ripped our world away from us and he slaughtered our families. I want revenge, I want my life back just as much as you want freedom and security.”
Aria hadn’t seen Gideon move until his hand was resting casually upon hers. She jumped slightly, as did everyone around them, when Braith’s hand slammed down upon Gideon’s. “I’ll only tell you this once, do not touch her.”
Gideon winced as Braith’s grip tightened on his wrist. “Braith,” Aria said softly.
He lifted Gideon’s arm from her and threw it back at him. Though he tried not to, Gideon finally gave into the urge to rub his brutalized wrist. Aria almost apologized to him but she remained silent as Braith smoothly moved her hand off the table. “Touchy aren’t we,” Gideon muttered.
The people around them slowly went back to eating. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy,” Gideon continued. “It took awhile for the humans to trust us, years and a couple of generations to forge the easy coexistence we have now, but it works well for us. It will probably take even more time with your people. They’ve been even more oppressed, even more beaten and broken than the ancestors of the people here. However, their offspring, and future generations, won’t even know what it was like to be oppressed.”
Aria was breathless, her hand clenched around Braith’s as hope filled her. “The same way I don’t know what it feels like not to be oppressed,” she whispered.
Gideon offered a sympathetic smile as he nodded. “Exactly. If it wasn’t for our aversion to having children our numbers would be even stronger, but some things don’t change.”
“Your aversion?” Aria asked in surprise.
“Most vampires don’t like the thought of having children,” Braith explained.
“It’s not that we dislike them,” Gideon continued. “In fact I tolerate them well enough; I simply do not have the patience or the time to take care of them. It’s too much work and not enough play. Nor do we want a vast group of immortals running around the planet; it would only be a matter of time before we outnumbered humans. That would be a nightmare for everyone involved so we’ve always kept our numbers in check. Braith’s father is one of the few that had more children after a son was born.”
“To make it look as if he cared for my mother,” Braith told her.
“I think he was also hoping that he would have a built in, powerful unit of protection. Though he did get two junior psycho’s out of the five of you. Luckily the rest of you were born with a conscious,” Gideon continued. “Most of us accept that offspring will be required of us at some point in time, but we are also aware of the fact that if we are lucky enough to beget a son on the first try, we can consider ourselves successful.”
Aria scowled at him as she folded her arms over her chest. “I can assure you that a woman is a success too!” she snapped.
Gideon grinned at her as he raised his goblet in a salute. “I’m sure, but they do us little good for continuing our line.”
“You’re an ass.”
Gideon shrugged, not at all offended by her words. “Simply the truth, our heritage and our ways have been like this for thousands of years. Though we have adapted and changed greatly over those years, there are some things that simply don’t change. Perhaps if I cared for the woman it would be different, but I know the hag I was supposed to be saddled with despised me as much as I despised her. Believe me, a son would have been a miracle for both of us. I didn’t mourn her even a little when she was killed during the war.”