Exodus (The Ravenhood)

On the drive home, I thought of a thousand better ways, better things I could have said differently, but I made my point, and my point didn’t matter. Not at all.

After leaving him in that room, I didn’t shed a single tear, not one in the elevator, nor when I retrieved my bag from my room or on the drive home. But the burn starts to become unbearable as I pull up to the house and once again recognize it for what it is—a lifeless structure, an imitation of a life that doesn’t exist.

A home that will never house a family.

I leave my bag in the car, sluggishly taking the steps up to the door before I hear the faint purr of an engine. I turn back to see Tobias’s Jag speeding down the driveway. Emotions warring, fists clenched, I turn just as he rounds the drive and skids to a stop.

He exits the car, dressed to rule, and takes purposeful strides toward me, stopping at the foot of the stairs. I cross my arms as he sweeps me from heel to head, his eyes filled with something akin to worry. But I’m too far into my head to try and decipher what it could mean.

“I can’t do this with you. Not today, Tobias. Not today. Just give me today.”

He bites the edge of his lip, not budging.

“Why are you here?” I demand, my voice betraying me with a rattle as I take a step toward the stairs. “The papers have been signed. Our business is concluded, Tobias. You won. The kingdom’s yours for the taking. Go get it. I won’t stop you.” I school my features, feeling the tiny fractures start in my chest.

No. No. No. Please heart, don’t do this to me.

He swallows, shoving his hands in his slacks, his eyes dropping.

“Leave! Damn you, if you have one decent bone in your body, leave right now. Whatever you need, it can wait.”

His eyes slowly lift to mine as I press my hands to my stomach, willing myself to keep it together just a little longer.

“You got what you wanted! It’s all over. I’m leaving soon. No more trust necessary. So, go! The board is all yours.”

He remains silent, continuing to watch me slowly start to unravel.

“Did you come to gloat? Well you shouldn’t, I’m a very wealthy woman now, don’t you know?”

“Cecelia—”

“You win! You win!” I spread my arms and thrust them high above me. “All yours. Do your worst.”

His features twist as he takes a step up and then another.

I take a retreating step toward the door. “Don’t. It’s all over. Check, in favor of the king. Just one more move and he?

?s done.”

He slowly shakes his head.

“Jesus, you’ve bankrupted me, I have nothing and no one, but I’ve got a hell of a lot of money. I don’t need anyone. I don’t need anyone! Did you hear me? I want you to leave!”

Silence.

“Don’t pretend to care about me. It’s insulting!”

He cups the back of his head and exhales, regret etched in his face, his posture. Guilt.

My jaw goes slack when I realize where it’s coming from.

“Oh my God, you heard it, didn’t you? You heard every word.” I huff and shake my head incredulously. “You couldn’t even give me a moment I deserved. Just one moment of privacy, just one.”

I bark out a laugh, my eyes shimmering with humiliation. “Wow, you must think I’m so fucking pathetic. Is that why you’re here? To tell me how pathetic I am. Then do it. Do it!”

I rip off my heels and fling them at his feet.

“Did I disappoint you? Did you come to tell me this isn’t what grown-ups do? How they handle business? Well, don’t waste your time. You’ve made it perfectly clear I’m not a worthy adversary. Go! Go take him down. We’re done here.”