J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4 - J. R. Ward [291]
“Damn good idea. Beth wanted us to go to the city tonight, but—”
“Don’t change your plans. This is just real casual.”
“Well, my shellan was looking forward to getting away. She kind of likes having me to herself. And I, ah, I really like it when she has me that way, you feel me?”
Rhage smiled a little as Wrath’s body released a blast of heat. “Yeah. I do.”
There was a pause. The king said, “My brother, is there something else?”
“Ah, yeah. Mary’s going to be very ill soon. I’ll go out nightly with the brothers for as long as I can, but when things get hard—”
“Of course. You do what you have to do.”
“Thanks, man.”
Wrath shook his head. “You know something—you’re a male of worth. You really are.”
“Yeah, well, just keep it to yourself. I’ve got a reputation as an egocentric asshole to protect.”
“Tohr, I could see doing this. Phury, absolutely. Maybe V.”
Rhage frowned. “You make it sound like it’s a sacrifice, for chrissakes. I love her.”
“That is the sacrifice. You love her even though you know she’s leaving unto the Fade.”
“She’s not going anywhere.” Rhage bit down on his molars. “She’ll be fine. It’ll be rough, but she will be fine.”
“Forgive me.” Wrath bowed his head. “Of course she will.”
Rhage looked down. He didn’t know what to do with the apology because he only had experience in offering them. And besides, anytime he thought about Mary dying, he felt like he had a blowtorch in his chest cavity.
“Later, my lord,” he said, wanting to leave before he disgraced himself by becoming emotional.
Except as he glanced up, it was into Wrath’s eyes for the very first time. The king never took his sunglasses off. Ever.
Rhage stopped breathing, focusing on the iridescent, silver-green irises staring back at him. There were no pupils really, just two little dots of black. And the warmth in those blind, glowing circles was shocking.
“You make me proud to call you brother,” Wrath said.
Rhage felt heavy arms come around him as he was pulled against a solid chest. He tensed, but then let himself hang on to Wrath’s massive shoulders.
“Wrath?”
“Yeah?”
Rhage opened his mouth to speak, but lost his voice.
Wrath replied into the silence, “We are all going to be there for you. So you’re going to ask for help when you need it. And if the time comes, she will be afforded a full Fade ceremony, as the shellan of a warrior deserves.”
Rhage squeezed his eyes shut. “Thank you…my lord.”
Later that night Mary stood in their bathroom, brushing her hair out and blowing it dry. When she was finished, she looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed down the brunette waves. They were soft under her fingers, and in this light the color did have a little gold and red in it.
She refused to think of going bald again. Just put the thought right out of her mind. God knew, there’d be time to dwell on it when it actually happened.
“You’re still as beautiful as you were yesterday,” Rhage said as he got out of the shower. While he toweled off, he came up behind her and blew her reflection a kiss.
She smiled. “Thank you so much for inviting Bella and John over. She’s become such a good friend, and I’ve been worried about him.”
“I don’t want you to lose touch with people just because you’re here. Besides, the Brotherhood needs to play civilized every once in a while. It’s good for us.”
“You know, Tohrment and Wellsie are so kind to take John in.”
“They’re the best, those two.”
As Rhage left the bath, the eyes of his tattoo stared out at her. The effect was eerie, she thought, but not exactly unpleasant. It was kind of like being watched by a guard dog who really wanted you to pet him.
She went over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Hey, I’m sorry if I kept you awake this morning. I toss and turn a lot when the fevers come.”
Rhage came out of the closet, zipping up a pair of black pants. “You didn’t bother me at all. But can we do anything about them?”
“Not really. I’ll go into another