Because We Belong (Because You Are Mine #3)(33)

Chapter Four

The tap that came at her suite door was light and cautious . . . feminine. She gave her face one last glance in the bathroom mirror and went to open the door. Her limbs still felt numb from shock.

Ian is here.

Her mind kept repeating the sentence like a harsh mantra, as if her brain was stubbornly refusing to absorb the truth and it had to be pounded into her consciousness by force. Even though she’d suspected that the knock was feminine, she sighed in relief when she saw Elise standing on the other side of the door. She stepped back, granting her entrance, and closed the door.

“Sit down,” Elise instructed. “You’re white as a sheet.” She handed Francesca a glass of water from the bathroom a moment later.

“I can’t believe it,” she muttered more to herself than to Elise.

“Yes. It came as a shock to everyone. He told Lucien before I followed you up that he just arrived a half hour before the reception began. He snuck upstairs to his suite to dress before anyone realized he was here.”

She tried to focus on Elise’s concerned face. “Did he say why he came?”

Elise shook her head helplessly. She could read a hundred questions in her friend’s sapphire-blue eyes, but Elise expressed none of them. She must know Francesca didn’t have the answers, either.

“I have to go back down,” Francesca said, setting the glass on a side table. “I can’t hide in here like a moody adolescent. It’d be so rude, when Anne and James asked me here for this event.”

“They would understand, I’m sure. Given the circumstances,” Elise said. “Her ladyship is the one who asked me to check on you. After she tried to stop Ian from following you, that is.”

Her gaze flew to Elise’s face. “Tried?”

Elise nodded hesitantly. “He’s out in the hall right now. No one could stop him. He barely allowed me to come in first.”

A powerful feeling of dread and sharp anticipation surged through her.

“Send him in,” she said, her level tone surprising her. Apparently, she was too numb with shock for emotional displays.

Elise bit her lip. “Are you certain?”

Francesca nodded and stood, steadying herself.

“I have to face him sometime. It might as well be now.”

Elise’s doubtful expression remained, but she turned to open the door.

* * *

He entered and closed the door behind him with a hushed click, his gaze steady on her the whole time. Her chin went up and her spine stiffened when he walked toward her. He came to an abrupt halt, reading her body language. His face seemed leaner than when she’d last seen him. That and his glittering gaze gave him a fierce look, like he had some kind of invisible fire burning nonstop inside him, fueling him . . . perhaps destroying him as well. His short, dark hair always created a striking contrast to his skin, but he seemed even paler than usual, as if he’d been cloistered from the sun.

“Where have you been?” she asked without preamble, unable to stop herself from expressing the question that had burned inside her for half a year.

He didn’t reply for a moment. As always, she felt pinned by his stare. They stood ten feet apart or so. Francesca couldn’t decide if the distance felt too close or like a yawning, mile-wide chasm.

“France,” he said in his characteristic hoarse voice. She tried to gird herself against the familiar sound of it.

“Why?”

Her one word query seemed to hang between them, its various meanings hovering like a toxic cloud. For the first time, she saw uncertainty flicker across his stoic features, but it was quickly gone.

“There are some things I have to take care of . . . look into.”

She waited, the tension rising between them, but he said nothing else. “That’s it?” she asked with a bark of incredulous laughter. “That’s all you’re going to say by way of explanation for disappearing without a trace for half a year?”

His mouth tightened. “Would it really matter what I said?”

“No,” she said without pause. “It wouldn’t.”

His expression hardly altered, but knowing him as she did, she sensed his flash of anger at her words. Or was it frustration?

“So you really don’t want an explanation,” he clarified.

“I’m saying there isn’t one that would suffice, so maybe you shouldn’t bother.”

His nostrils flared slightly. “I see you’re not wearing the ring anymore,” he said after a moment, his gaze lowering to her left hand, which hung at her side.

“Are you surprised?”

He looked into her eyes again. Suddenly, she wished he was gone, or that she was anywhere else. In that moment, she’d glimpsed his pain, and it had acted like a spark to her own. It flamed to life, hot and scoring, seeming to rob her of breath. She barely kept her composure.

“No. Not really,” he said quietly.

She inhaled with effort. Well, there it was. He’d known he was ending their relationship by doing what he’d done, and yet he’d done it anyway. She nodded once and looked away.

“Well, that’s it, I guess,” she said with a note of finality. She started when another knock came at her door. “Come in,” she called, glad for the distraction. She was barely holding herself together, and the last thing she wanted was for Ian to witness her discomposure.