Because It Is My Blood (Birthright #2)(41)
“In a marriage, shared sensibility, mutual interests, and a common goal.”
“That isn’t very romantic,” I said.
“Do you want me to pantomime a schoolgirl’s fantasy of romantic love? Should I get down on one knee? Should I tell you that I think you are beautiful? I should think you were past the need for such meaningless gestures.”
The truth was, I think I would have preferred the show, but it was too late for that. I decided to repeat my question. “What happens if I refuse you?”
Yuji nodded. “Well, we would go our separate ways. I would not be your explicit enemy though I certainly could not forget that you would not grant me the favor you owed.”
“Yuji, ask me for anything else!”
“There is nothing else you have that I want.” His voice was calm as always, and I found this infuriating.
“What you ask is more than a favor. You know very well that you aren’t playing fair when you make such a request.”
“Why is it not fair?” Finally, he was beginning to sound as frustrated as I felt. “That I like you makes me want to join forces with you instead of destroy you. Isn’t that enough for you? For people like us, marriages are business arrangements, nothing more. My father thought so and your father would have told you the same thing if he were still alive.”
All he said sounded reasonable, except that he was completely wrong.
“Why is it not fair?” Yuji repeated.
“Because it is my heart!”
“Because you love someone else?”
“Why should that matter to you, Yuji? You don’t want my love anyway. You just want my compliance.” I started to walk back to the house. Yuji grabbed my shoulder.
“Anya, take the night to think about what I have asked you. Think of your situation. And the situation of your sister and of your brother. I do not mean this as a threat, but as a statement of fact. I have been your devoted friend, and I would like to be even more than that if you let me.”
I shook my head.
“As I said, do take the night to think about it. I will come see you before I leave.” He bowed his head, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stack of papers tied with a red ribbon. “Here. This is your gift.”
“What is it?”
“Letters,” he said. “From your family and your friends. Simon Green collected them for me to give to you.”
I took the small bundle from him. I had never received a paper letter from anyone. “Thank you,” I said. “Really, thank you so much.”
“If you reply tonight, I can bring letters back to the United States. I’m not going back there for at least a month, though. I should see your brother very soon, however.”
I didn’t know if I could trust him anymore, but I thanked him for the offer.
Yuji had already started walking back to the main house to say goodbye to the Marquezes when I realized that I had left my machete against a cacao tree. I told Yuji I would see him later and I ran back out to the orchard. In the clearing was Theo. He was carrying my machete and he had a sheepish expression.
“Theo!” I yelled. “Were you back there the whole time?”
Uncharacteristically, Theo would not reply.
“Did you hear my entire conversation? Were you spying on me?”
“Listen, Anya, it is nothing like that. I just followed you out to the orchard to make sure you were safe. I don’t know this Yuji guy very well.”
“So you were spying on me!”
“Perdóname. It is none of my business.”
“Theo!” My heart was racing. I honestly wanted to strangle him. “You know who I am then. You know my name.”
Theo sighed.
“Say my name, Theo.”
“Anya, I have known who you were for weeks now. Ever since you told me about your family being killed, I was able to piece it together. Why do you think I only engraved one initial on your machete handle?”
“Did you tell anyone else about me?”
“Of course not. I told no one. Do you think I have no honor? It is like I told you: Theobroma Marquez is a safe.”
“But you heard everything just now?”
“Sí. Lo siento.” Theo paused. “You cannot marry this man, Anya. He is a bully, and in my opinion, he is no gentleman.”
Despite the conversation I had had with Yuji, I could not see him the way Theo did. I told Theo I was tired even though the only part of me that was really tired was my mouth. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted to go up to my room to be alone with my letters so that was what I did.
IX
I RECEIVE LETTERS FROM HOME
12.7.2083
Dear Anya,
I hope these letters find you well and that your voyage to XXXXXX was not too difficult. Anticipating XXXX XXX’s visit to XXXXXX, Mr. Green and I collected these in hopes that they would reach you before the holidays. For the record, I did debate the wisdom of assembling this package as, should it be intercepted the letters could potentially be incriminating. However, after strongly cautioning the writers, I ultimately decided that the benefits outweighed the risks. Your father, who I served before you, would have wanted you to know during the holiday season that your friends and family have noted your absence.
On to business.
Re: the matter of Nataliya’s guardianship