Raven's Strike (Raven #2)(14)

She didn't say anything more, but tucked herself more closely against him as they walked.

"It is, though," she said, when they reached the end of the level path, and Tier stopped to mount.

"Is what?" he asked with a grunt of pain. Walking hadn't been too bad, but mounting was miserable. His left knee didn't want to bend enough for him to get a foot in the stirrup, and his right knee wasn't happy about holding all of his weight. He managed it, and managed to haul himself into the saddle, too, but only just.

Seraph waited until he was settled before she answered his question. "It is my place to keep others safe. It's what I was raised for and part of being Raven."

He kept Skew still for a moment as he looked down upon his wife. She was strong, and gods knew she was powerful. He knew that, but his heart saw how easily she bruised and how mortal her flesh. His eyes saw a woman who weighed half what he or either of her sons did.

He loved everything about her. If she were not a Raven, she wouldn't be his Seraph. If he could, he would not change that part of her, even if it meant she had to take up her duties and leave the farm, leave him. But he didn't have to like it.

"Is it?" he asked softly. "Maybe. But those stories are so old, Seraph. Older than the Empire. Older than the Fall of the Unnamed King. Are you certain that you are right? Maybe there's something else that the Ravens, the Owls, and all the other Ordered are supposed to do. Maybe there's a better reason that Jes suffers under the Guardian Eagle's talon. I hope there is. If it is only that some damn fool wizards decided they'd made a mess their children's children's children needed to pay for, then you are all paying too much."

Hennea stopped and picked up a rock that caught her fancy and put it in her pocket. The air was heavy with clouds, but there was no rain yet. Perhaps she ought to go back to the trail and join up with Seraph and Tier.

When the boys were both out scouting, Hennea tried to give Seraph and Tier what privacy she could. There was some tension between them to be worked out - and walking alone was no hardship for Hennea. She liked being alone because it gave her time to think.

She'd had time enough to decide the decision she'd made to stay with Jes's family had been the right one. The kind of man who could give up his humanity for power would not forgive the blow that Tier had dealt to his plans. Sooner or later the Shadowed would find them, and Hennea intended to be there when he did. That was the purpose of her existence after all - to keep the shadows at bay.

Her decision was the right one, but not for Jes. Not for Jes. She was going to end up hurting him.

She took the rock in her pocket and threw it as hard as she could. It hit a tree and bounced off the bark and into the branches before falling to the ground with a dull thud.

"What's wrong?" asked Jes, startling her. Guardians were like that.

"Nothing," Hennea said, without turning to look at him. "I was just thinking it was probably time to get back to your parents. They're going to wonder where we are."

"I'm not my father," Jes said. He was close enough now that she could feel the heat of his body against her skin. "I don't know when you are lying."

"Always," she told him. It was the truth, but she kept her voice light.

Slowly, so she had plenty of time to move, Jes leaned against her back and wrapped an arm around the front of her shoulders above her breasts and pulled her against him. She could feel his breath stirring her hair and closed her eyes so she could feel it better. It had been a very long time since someone had touched her this way. There was nothing sexual in the embrace - if there had been, she'd have pulled away. But she couldn't make herself reject the comfort he offered her.

Her eyes burned with tears though she didn't know why.

"You are tired," Jes whispered in her ear, and tightened his arm.

"Seraph and I stayed up too late," she said.

He shook his head. "No. Not sleepy. Tired."

She was tired of fighting a futile battle that never seemed to end. They had managed to bring the Path down - a task that had seemed impossible to her when she'd started out for Taela with Seraph and her sons. They'd managed it somehow, but there was no triumph in a victory that left a Shadowed at large. And if they managed to destroy this Shadowed, another one would appear. Let ten years or a couple of centuries pass, and there would be another power-mad mage who wanted to live forever. Whatever she did, it would never be enough.

"Very tired," said Jes, rocking her slightly. "Shh. Don't cry."

She wanted to turn and bury herself in his arms. They were strong arms, which managed to make her feel safer than she could ever remember feeling. Only Jes. She loved the smell of woods and earth that clung to his skin. She loved...

She didn't want to hurt Jes.

She pulled away and turned to face him. "I'm not crying. It's started to rain."

He tilted his head then held out his hand to let a few sparse drops land on his palm. He gave her a gentle smile. "My father would know you are lying."

Impatiently, Hennea wiped her face. "It's a good thing that you are not your father then, isn't it?"

His smile widened further as he nodded. "Especially since my mother would be upset if you felt about my father the way you felt about me while I held you."

Empath. How could she have forgotten?