; He opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to think better of it and instead drew her into his arms. She allowed him to embrace her, to settle her head on his shoulder and to feel the familiar comfort of his body, the faint scent of cloves and tobacco. How many times had he done this for her? And this time… this time she knew he had no ulterior motive.
He meant only to give comfort. Dear Sebastian.
“Victoria,” he said, his voice rumbling in his chest against her ear, “he knew the risk. He was fully aware of the sacrifice he made. ”
Sacrifice.
Damn Max. Why did he have to be so bloody noble?
“We had no weapons. There was no way to leave unless she allowed it. He knew that. He’s been there before. He knew what he was doing, the risk. The sacrifice. There was no other way. ”
Sacrifice.
Aunt Eustacia had sacrificed herself, too. She’d made Max do the unthinkable because she knew he would. One life given for the safety of many.
Victoria pushed the thought away. This was different. This was Max. Her Max.
She’d free him, or she’d die trying. She didn’t want to live without him.
Coward.
Dying is easier than going on without.
I’m a coward when it comes to you.
She pulled away from Sebastian. “Go and get the orb. I’ll…” Her voice broke. She felt as though her insides were twisting like a rag being wrung out. Harder, tighter, until every bit of feeling leeched away… leaving her empty.
She swallowed, stood upright, and looked straight at him. “I order you to go, as your Illa Gardella. Get the orb. Close the Midiverse Portal. God willing, I’ll see you after. ”
Sebastian looked at her. “Illa Gardella,” he said, reaching to touch her cheek, brushing away a tear. “You are a magnificent woman, Victoria. A brave, intelligent leader. Beautiful and strong. ” His expression grew intense, and he took her chin to keep her eyes fastened on him. “You are Illa Gardella. Never forget that. ”
He turned her face up and kissed her… not on the lips, but on the cheeks-one side and then the other. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him.
She realized then that he’d finally accepted her love for Max.
Turning back to her preparations, she felt a wave of fear again. What if she was too late?
What if they didn’t get the orb? If something went wrong, and the portal wasn’t closed?
You are Illa Gardella.
She was.
Victoria’s knees gave way and she let herself sink onto the bed.
You are Illa Gardella now, Victoria. You have an obligation to the Consilium and the rest of the Venators. You can no longer think only of yourself, of your needs and desires, but of the far-reaching consequences of your actions. Or inactions.
It’s time you learned sacrifice.
Max’s angry words came roaring back to her, words he fairly shouted at her during their escape from Nedas, months ago.
Sacrifice.
Bloody damn sacrifice.
Illa Gardella. Last of the line.
Of course. He meant to protect not only her, Victoria, the woman he loved… but also her, the last of the line.