Shadows Return - Lynn Flewelling [149]
When Ilar reached for his shoulder this time, Seregil just stood there, looking into those sad hazel eyes, and seeing the depth of pain there.
“Haba,” Ilar whispered, leaning closer. “Can’t we call the tally even? We ruined each other’s lives, and now we’ve saved them. Without me, how would you have gotten them both away?”
“I’d have managed!” But Seregil couldn’t help wondering how. Ilar’s hand slid to the back of his neck and he could not for the life of him understand why he was allowing it. Ilar suddenly bent closer, bringing his lips close enough for Seregil to taste the man’s breath.
Seregil jerked back. “What the hell—?”
Before they could discuss the matter, Alec burst from the trees and flung himself at Ilar, tumbling them both into the stream with a mighty splash.
Seregil stood dumbstruck, watching them flailing at each other with knees and fists. He almost kissed me. I almost let him!
Alec quickly got the upper hand and was holding Ilar’s head under the water. Seregil waded in and dragged him off, pulling him to his feet. They were both soaked now.
Alec whipped around and punched Seregil squarely in the jaw, knocking him on his ass in the shallows. He was livid.
“Is that how it is?” he shouted, fists balled, body tensed for attack. “Is that why you dragged him along?”
Seregil stared up at him. The whole side of his face throbbed and his mouth was full of blood. “Of course not!”
“I saw you! Him—naked. Kissing you!”
“He did not!” The accusation stung, and pain was giving way to anger. “And what about you? I saw you in the garden with him, more than once! He held you.”
“I told you, he tried to seduce me, but I didn’t let him!”
“Neither did I!”
“Oh, so he was just getting something out of your eye for you?”
“For fuck’s sake, Alec!” He looked over at Ilar, who was still sitting in the water where he’d fallen. Water streamed down his face, and blood, too. Ilar was beaten, miserable, helpless. Pitiable.
Seregil staggered to his feet. “Hit me again. Harder.”
“What?”
“Please, talí. Once more.”
Alec gave him another doubtful look, and then slapped him, hard.
Ilar staggered up, looking at them like they’d both gone mad, then edged around them to grab up his discarded robe. “I didn’t mean any harm, Alec,” he mumbled, trembling.
“The hell you didn’t! You’ve been trying to cozy up to him from the start.” He turned accusing eyes on Seregil. “Did you let him?”
Alec might just as well have hit him again. Seregil yanked on his discarded coat and stalked back up the hill to their camp, not trusting himself to answer. He wasn’t sure whom he was most angry with.
Probably himself.
Alec leveled the point of his sword at Ilar’s throat. “First me at the house, and now this? Leave him alone, damn you!”
“Please don’t! You promised,” Ilar begged, as his legs gave out under him.
“Don’t tempt me.” Disgusted, Alec sheathed his sword. “You put a slave collar on him, but he saved you anyway. Why are you making trouble now?”
Ilar hugged his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth a little. Eyes downcast, he whispered, “I wasn’t always like this. All these years of being one master’s possession after another…I can’t expect you to understand, or him. I was just ‘Khenir’ for so long.”
“Yhakobin didn’t give you that name?”
“Of course not. When the slavers asked me what my name was, I just said the first one that came into my head, so as not to shame my clan any more than I already had.”
As much as he hated to admit it, Alec suspected Ilar was telling him at least a partial truth. “How did you become a slave in the first place?”
“When I failed, all those years ago, Ulan í Sathil had to make certain that the truth of his role in all that never came out. So he had me caught and sold.”
Alec snorted. “Because the Aurënfaie don’t like to kill each other?”
“Scoff all you like. He couldn’t very well declare teth’sag on my clan and me. And he couldn’t risk the Haman claiming their right to it, in case I talked. If he’d had me killed, it would have been murder and set his clan at odds