Ever the Brave (A Clash of Kingdoms Novel)(103)

The blaze in the hearth glows behind Katallia, her red curls taking on the look of smelted metal. She opens the door wider. Her brows lift in surprise. “Cohen, I wasn’t expecting you tonight as well. Though I figured you’d come break down my door sooner than later.”

“Didn’t want to interrupt her healing till now,” I admit with a shrug. Maybe I should’ve come earlier. “And King Aodren’s had a lot for me to do.”

“Has he?” She taps her chin. “Well, don’t stand there, letting in all the cold.” Katallia sweeps her arm to the side, gesturing for me to enter.

The room’s been cleaned and painted and the furniture fixed up since the last time I was here. No signs of the attack show anywhere. I tell her as much.

“Yes, well, it took almost a month to get this home in order. I can only imagine how busy you’ve been in Brentyn.”

I give a polite nod. “Is Britta awake?”

Katallia flicks a glance at the hallway before facing me with her head tipped to one side. “She is. But I’m not sure if now is the best time.”

Right. It’s after supper. Still, she said Britta wasn’t sleeping. “I traveled all day to get here.”

She crosses her arms and drums her fingers against her sleeves. The woman’s indecision could cause madness. “Cohen, I—”

“Please,” I insist, crossing the room to her side. “I’ll be quick. It’s been too long. Too long. I’m half mad knowing she’s in the house and I’m not already at her side.”

Her sigh sounds like an approval. I don’t wait to ask. I dart around her and down the hall to Britta’s room. I knock once. When she doesn’t say anything, I crack the door open. “Britta? It’s me— Bludger.”

Don’t know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn’t King Aodren, seated in the wooden chair at her bedside. Britta’s blue eyes fly to mine. She’s lying beneath a woolen blanket, only her face and arms visible. Still, it’s enough to know she’s worlds better. No more deathly pallor. Her cheeks are tinged the color of summer peaches.

For a swollen pause, no one speaks. My gaze cuts between them, taking in the way he holds her hand between his. Cannot say the sight doesn’t wound me.

“Perhaps I should’ve waited for your answer,” I say. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Seeds, I’ve never felt so out of place.

“No.” Britta speaks right as the king stands, his chair scraping against the wood.

“Excuse me. I didn’t know you were planning a visit.” King Aodren’s formality makes me cringe even more. “I was returning from a meeting with the Guild. Since I was nearby, I thought I’d stop in and see how Britta was doing.”

“I was . . .” I pause. But I wasn’t in the area. Hadn’t finished my assigned duties. I’ve no good excuse other than wanting to see her. “I wanted to see how you were doing.” I look at Britta.

A smile cracks her lips.

Aodren gives Britta a long glance before he turns to me. “Good seeing you, Cohen. I’ll let you two have some privacy.”

He leaves and I sit in his chair. Keeping my face neutral, I fight down the jealousy. I hate that he saw her before I did. “How’re you doing, Britt?”

“As Katallia would say, I’m ‘on the mend.’ Though it still feels as if I’m barely holding myself together.”

“Bad as before?”

She shakes her head. It’s been worse.

I lean forward, loathing the distance between us. “I’m sorry I haven’t come before now. Katallia said she’d let me know when you were ready for visitors. Still waiting on her letter.”

“And yet you’re here?” Britta smiles, but it’s tired, not reaching her eyes. To punctuate the image of exhaustion, she lets out a yawn. It makes me feel guilty for keeping her up so late.

“Tired?”

She shrugs. “A bit.”

Bet if I had her ability, my innards would flash icy cold.

“Why’d you come all this way, Cohen?”

I prop my elbows on my knees and stare at the wood slats that make up the floor. There are a dozen things I want to say, but now I’m questioning myself. I wanted to return and annihilate the distance between us.

Yet I’m wondering if that’s what she wants. Last Britta and I talked, I suggested she have time away from me to decide what she truly desires. Fact of the matter is, whatever I had with Britta ended when I chose to give her space. I cannot fault her for possibly entertaining the thought of a life without me, if that’s what she wants most. Nor can I push her into remaining with me.

I’m not doing a great job of giving her space. I promised I wouldn’t hover or try to govern her decisions.

I hold my breath, steeling myself to stay true to my word. “I’m here because I care about you. Wanted to see if you’re doing good. That’s all. Not staying long.”

She frowns.

“Just wanted to let you know that if you need me, I’ll be here,” I add. I clear my throat and force myself to hold her gaze. There’s been something scratching at my conscience. The way I treated Britta after discovering her with the king was wrong, considering I’d kissed Lirra.

“When I was traveling with Lirra, we had to pretend to be newlyweds. A barkeep called for us to kiss to prove as much.” Britta flinches and I feel it in my gut. “Didn’t mean anything. I should’ve told you before now. I . . . I’m sorry.”