Bone Crossed (Mercy Thompson #4)(92)

"I wish he'd killed you," she told me sincerely. "Except that would have hurt him. I know Stefan. I know his control. You were never in any danger."

"He doesn't believe that," I told her. "Now you throw him a bone. 'Look, Stefan, we didn't really kill your people. We tortured you, hurt you, abandoned you - but it was all in a good cause. We meant Andre to die, and let you twist in guilt for months because it served our purpose. And you wonder why he didn't come back to you."

"He understands," she said.

"I do." Stefan's hands came down upon my shoulders, and he pulled me a few inches back from the threshold of the door. "I understand the why and the how."

She stared at him... and for a moment I could see how old, how tired she was. "For the good of the seethe," she told him.

He put his chin on the top of my head. "I know." He wrapped both arms around me just above my chest and pulled me against him. "I'll come back. But not right now." He sighed into my hair. "Tomorrow. I'll get my people from you then." And he was gone.

Marsilia looked at me. "He's a soldier," she told me. "He knows about sacrificing himself for the good of the whole. That's what soldiers do. It's not the torture he can't forgive me for. Nor deceiving him about his people. It's because I put you in harm's way he is so angry." Then she said, very calmly, "If I could kill you, I would."

And she disappeared, just like Stefan had.

"Right back atcha," I told the space where she had been.