A Soul for Trouble (37 page)

“But if you weren’t my protector?” She held her breath while she waited for his answer.

Her heart strained against her chest, thumping wildly in her ears.

He blinked several times as he looked back at her. She knew his face well enough now to tell what he was thinking. Fear, confusion, and lust all passed in waves before the smooth mask of composure settled into place. “My oath binds me for the rest of my life. Would you have me lose my honor and go back on my word?”

A heaviness descended over her and threatened to crush any joy she might have experienced with him. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “No, Dev, I wouldn’t ask you to do something dishonorable.”

“Trouble, I—”

He reached for her, but she retreated. She didn’t want his pity. She wanted something he could never give to her.

“Don’t give up hope, yet, my Soulbearer.”

A conversation filtered through the closed door. She heard Kell’s name, followed by the deep timbre of his voice.

Another curse flew from Dev’s lips. “I was supposed to send for him the moment you woke up.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll pretend to sleep a few minutes longer and wake up.” She lay with her back turned to him and pulled the covers up to her chin. Her body balled into a little cocoon, easing the ache that throbbed throughout her entire being from her bruised pride. “Please, let’s forget this conversation even happened.”

Heavy silence stretched between them before he answered hoarsely, “If that’s what you wish.”

The door creaked open, and she closed her eyes. A stray tear leaked out, and she wiped it away on the pillow before anyone could see it.

“Any change?” Kell whispered.

“She’s been tossing and turning. I suspect she’ll wake up soon.” Cool fingers stroked her temple and brushed her hair from her face. “And she’ll be just as she was before, Dev. You’ll see.”

No, she wouldn’t be the same person. She’d fought a necromancer and won. She no longer feared giving herself to one person. She’d opened her heart up to Dev, but he’d crushed it.

“Go get some food and some rest. I’ll stay here with her for a while.” The mattress sagged next to her, and a pair of arms wrapped around her. Soft velvet rubbed against her cheek. The smell of roses and bay leaf wafted up from Kell’s clothes.

“Arden, are you waking up, my dear?”

My dear
. The onslaught of emotions that came with those two words almost terrified her.

When she looked up into Kell’s face, she saw everything there that Dev had struggled to contain, and the ache in her heart intensified. Why couldn’t she have fallen in love with him instead of Dev? It would have made her life much simpler.

He pressed his lips against her forehead. “How are you feeling?”
Lost, confused, uncertain
. Those were just the emotions on the surface, but he didn’t need to know that. “Hungry,” she finally answered.

“I can only imagine. Perhaps we should send for some food?” When Kell made no movement to release her, Dev stomped to the door with his jaw clenched tight and his mouth forming a thin line. He disappeared into the hallway to find a servant.

“At last, some time alone with you.” He lowered his head, aiming for her lips this time.

“No, don’t.” She buried her face into his tunic and clung to him. “Please, you promised not to rush things.”

Instead of becoming angry or frustrated with her like she had expected, Kell gently ran his fingers along her cheek, discovering the lingering wetness there from the one tear she allowed to betray her. He lifted her chin until she met his gaze. The sober light in his brown eyes tore at her conscience. She saw so much of herself in his hurt expression. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

She pulled away, using her hair as a shield. “Dev is my protector,” she repeated, her words sounding hollow. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“He’s a fool.”

“For once, I agree with the prince.”
A pair of invisible arms wrapped around her.
“Give
Dev time to come to his senses.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then forget about him. You already have a man who’s not afraid to love you.”
She glanced up and studied Kell. What would have happened if she had met him first?

Would he have captured her heart? “Kell, I’m sor—”

He cut her off by placing his finger on her lips. “Don’t apologize, Arden. I knew from the beginning you cared for him. It didn’t stop me from falling for you.” She took his hand in her own. “Please, Kell, what I really need right now is a friend.”

“Then you shall have one.” He pulled her back into his arms, his hold on her less demanding than before. “I’ll give you time and space if you need it, but I’m not going to stop trying to win you over.”

The door opened, revealing Dev. He stiffened as he stared at the two of them, his knuckles turning white. Then he swallowed hard, the tension easing from his body. “A dinner tray should be up shortly.”

The door closed as quietly as it had opened, but Arden would have preferred him slamming the door, yelling at her, showing some display of anger. At least then, she would have known he cared for her. Instead, he appeared to have surrendered any claim he had on her.

“He’s made his choice. I can’t say I didn’t warn him.”

“What, Loku?”

“Never mind. Go back to your prince.”

“Arden, when I almost lost you, well…” Kell combed her hair. “It made me realize how much you’ve come to mean to me in the past few weeks. And I don’t mean because of your magic. Or your body. I meant you—simply you.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I hope you’re not in any hurry to leave me.”

Thoughts of getting to Boznac and completing her training filled her mind, but when she followed his gaze out the window, she saw the thick white flakes that danced in the wind outside. “I guess I’ll be spending the winter in Ranello. That is, if your father decides to pardon me.”

His hazel eyes practically glowed with mischief. “Don’t worry—he will. I won’t stop pleading your case until he does.” His lips brushed against the tip of her nose. “Besides, it gives us plenty of time to take things slowly, my dear.” Her gut knotted at those two words again. She didn’t know where things would go with Kell, but she hoped she would keep him as a friend. She listened to the calm beating of his heart and kept telling herself that things would work out in the end.

Epilogue

Dev slammed the door to his room. Loku’s warning mocked him with each step. He’d held his chance for happiness in his arms, and he’d pushed her directly into Kell’s.

He covered his face, sinking onto his bed. The words had hung on the tip of his tongue.

He’d almost told her how much he’d come to care for her, how much he wanted to abandon his oath in favor of a lifetime with her. Now she was lying in Kell’s arms, and he was left with this dull ache that threatened to drive the breath from his lungs.

In truth, he couldn’t fault her. Kell had surprised even him by offering to set her free the other night. He was a good man, someone Dev could respect if he didn’t know that he was a rival for Arden’s affections.

And Kell could give her everything he could not.

He rubbed his chest.
When did someone who started out as a pain in my ass become a pain
elsewhere?

He drew in a cleansing breath. Things were not as dismal as they seemed. He would just make sure he stayed by Trouble’s side as much as possible during the next few months. If he never allowed her to be alone with Kell, then there was still a chance he could prevent her from giving her heart to the prince. Then once they were back in Gravaria, he’d work on regaining her affections. Maybe one day, he could even be relieved of his oath.

Dev stood up, brushed the wrinkles from his tunic, and strode toward the portal to her room. He wasn’t going to give her up that easily.

The Soulbearer Trilogy contines in…

A Soul For Chaos

Life is dull without a little Chaos.

Trouble is more than just a nickname for Arden Soulbearer. It seems to follow her wherever she goes. She mistakenly thought that by moving to Gravaria to learn more about magic and how to control Loku, life would be simpler.

Wrong.

Not only is her heart continually torn between the knight sworn to protect her and the prince who woos her with a tenacity she can’t escape, but now it seems that a group of powerful mages have banded together to rid the world of the disembodied chaos god once and for all. Of course, that means they have to destroy Arden in the process.

Coming December 2012

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Growing up in small town Alabama, Crista relied on story-telling as a natural way for her to pass the time and keep her two younger sisters entertained.

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Kiss of Temptation
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by

Crista McHugh

Shape-shifters’ Rule #1: Don’t let the humans know you still exist.

Rule #2: If a human finds out about you, silence them.

Some rules were meant to be broken…

Ranealya ruthlessly plays by the rules and has outlived most of her race because of it. If she wants to survive, she’ll have to stick to them, especially with a genocidal tyrant hell-bent on destroying all the non-humans in the realm. But everything falls apart when a human saves her life.

Gregor knows he’s inviting trouble when he helps a wounded shape-shifter, but he can’t pass up the opportunity to study one before they become extinct. She disturbs the quiet order of his scholarly existence, vexes him in more ways than he can count, and encourages him to break enough of the kingdom’s laws so that not even being the king’s cousin will save his head. The problem is, he’s already lost his heart.