Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“You came after me,” I can’t help repeating.
“You.” Belladonna finally straightens, though she’s still breathing a little hard. “You didn’t look like you were moving that fast, but you really were. I had to run to catch up with you.”
“Sorry.” I look away, but my gaze is drawn back to her almost instantly. I drag in a breath. “I really am sorry. I didn’t—”
“No.” She slices a hand through the air. “You will let me speak, and you won’t run away in the middle of it.”
Shock silences me for several beats. This is a side of Belladonna that I’ve never seen before, and I like it. A lot. “Okay.”
“Oh, well, uh, good.” She shoves her hair out of her face. “I’m not good at this, but I’m going to try.”
I press my lips together as she attempts to compose herself. The urge to step closer, to touch her, to do whatever it takes to make things right, nearly overwhelms me. But Belladonna asked for space to speak, and giving it to her is the least I can do.
“I care about you,” she says quietly. “More than care, if I’m being honest. We haven’t talked about how my feelings sort of slipped out when we were having sex, which I appreciated in the moment, but now I’m wondering if we should have. It’s not just sex to me. I don’t know how it could be just sex. I love you, Rusalka. Not just because you make me feel good physically. Not just because you’ve been so intentional about creating a space for me to find my feet since I came here. Not just because you actually listen and gently counter some of the horrible truths I grew up taking to heart.” She drags in a breath. “But also because you’re a good person.”
“Belladonna—”
“Let me finish. You are a good person. You take care of everyone around you, from Zhenya, Danik, and Inna to all your staff to the town to the territory. This territory doesn’t need a human baby to turn it around—your leadership means your people are flourishing.”
Heat rises beneath my skin. I have the strangest urge to look away, to curl my shoulders. “I don’t do it for praise. It is the right thing to do.”
“I know. That just makes me love you more.” She lifts her hands as if she might reach for me but abandons the movement halfway through. “I want to help people, too. Not at the expense of myself, though. Not anymore.”
As much as it heartens me to hear that, it doesn’t change the fact that she offered to have a baby just a few minutes ago. “So you’re going to drop the baby conversation.”
She frowns. “That’s not what I said.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that . . .” She squares her shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with helping people. Maybe I haven’t always wanted to do it for the right reasons, but that’s still the truth. Aren’t leaders supposed to prioritize the good of the many?”
Yes. Absolutely. Without a doubt. “I won’t do that. Not when you’re the one being hurt to benefit the many.” I could leave it there, but she’s been so damned brave. I can match that bravery. For her. “If I were a better leader, I would allow you to sacrifice yourself for the betterment of my territory. I would allow your child to be born solely to benefit us all, rather than because they were wanted. I won’t, Belladonna. I love you, and I’ll be damned if I allow any more pain into your life—or the life of an innocent baby. You should only experience peace and contentment and appreciation going forward. Never shame, never hurt.”
Her eyes well a little, but not a single tear escapes. It kills me to wonder if that’s a learned skill. I imagine her tears weren’t met with empathy when it came to her family. Belladonna sniffs. “Could you say it again, please?”
“I love you.”
She steps forward, wraps her arms around me. “I love you, too.”
I don’t know what to feel. I’m still angry, but I’m not angry at her. I’m elated that she’s telling me she loves me outside the bedroom. I’m hopeful for the future. I’m terrified I’m going to fuck this up, in a way I’ve never been terrified of anything. “I want to kill your parents.”
“What?” Belladonna blinks, then blinks again. “That would be . . . I think that may put you at odds with Azazel, considering my bargain.”
“I know.” I sigh. “I won’t do it—even if they deserve it—because it would hurt you. Also because Danik refused to obey my order to find them. But the desire is there nonetheless.”
“Thank you?” She shakes her head and hugs me tighter. “I don’t want anyone hurt on my account.”
“I know.” That inherent goodness is part of what makes her her. “I want children, too. I know I’ve said that before, and it’s true.”