J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4 - J. R. Ward [580]
“Havers, this is ridiculous—”
“I can’t protect you from yourself.”
“Havers, Butch is not—”
“I threatened the king’s life to ahvenge your honor!” The sound of his voice ricocheted around the walls. “And then to find you with a human male! I—I can’t have you near me anymore. I don’t trust this anger you bring out in me. It triggers acts of such violence. It—” He shuddered and turned away. “I have told the doggen they are to deposit you wherever you wish to go, but after that, they will return to this household. You will have to find your own.”
Her body went completely numb. “I am still a member of the Princeps Council. You will have to see me there.”
“No, because I am not required to render you mine eyes. And you assume you will stay on the council, which is doubtful. Wrath will have no cause to deny the sehclusion motion. You will be without a mate and I will not function as your ghardian, so you will have no one to grant permission for your presence to be out in the open. Not even your bloodline can override the law.”
Marissa’s jaw unhinged. Holy heaven…she would be a total social outcast. A veritable…no one. “How can you do this to me?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “I am tired of myself. Tired of fighting the urge to defend you from choices you make—”
“Choices! Living as a female in the aristocracy I have no choices!”
“Untrue. You could have been a proper mate to Wrath.”
“He didn’t want me! You knew that, you saw it with your own two eyes! That’s why you wanted to have him killed!”
“But now when I think on it, I wonder…why did he feel nothing for you? Perhaps you didn’t work hard enough to engage his interest.”
Marissa felt a raw fury. And the emotion grew hotter as her brother said, “And as for choices, you could have stayed out of that human’s hospital room. You chose to go in there. And you chose to…you could have…not layed with him.”
“Is that what this is about? For God’s sake, I’m still a virgin.”
“Now you lie.”
The three words snapped her out of her emotions. As the heat drained away, clarity came, and for the first time, she truly saw her brother: brilliant of mind, devoted to his patients, loving of his dead shellan…and utterly rigid. A male of science and order who liked rules and predictability and enjoyed a precise vision of life.
And he was clearly willing to protect that worldview at the cost of her future…her happiness…her very self.
“You are absolutely correct,” she said with a strange calm. “I do have to go.”
She glanced at the boxes that were filled with the clothes she’d worn and the things she’d bought. Then her eyes found him again. He was doing the same, staring at them as if measuring the life she’d led.
“I shall let you keep the Dürers, of course,” he said.
“Of course,” she whispered. “Good-bye, brother.”
“I am Havers to you now. Not brother. And never again.”
He dropped his head and walked out of the room.
In the silence that followed there was the temptation to fall on the bare mattress and cry. But there was no time. She had maybe an hour before light.
Dear Virgin, where would she go?
Chapter Sixteen
When Mr. X came back from meeting the Omega on the other side, he felt like he had heartburn. Which seemed logical, as he’d been fed his own ass.
The master had been teed up about a variety of things. He wanted more lessers, more vampires bleeding out, more progress, more…more…But the thing was, no matter what he was given, he would always be unsatisfied. Maybe that was his curse.
Whatever. The calculus of Mr. X’s failure was up on the blackboard, the mathematical equation of his destruction outlined in chalk. The unknown in the algebra was time. How long before the Omega snapped and Mr. X got recalled for eternity?
Things needed to move faster with Van. That man had to get on board and in place ASAP.