Jarek balked as if anything I said was insignificant.
My father put out a hand. A hand that wielded the power. I saw the way it made Jarek flinch with the bite of bitterness.
“Outside. Everyone,” Papa commanded.
Logan cast me a searching look.Is this what you want?
He’d run with me if I asked him to.
Or fight to the death.
Whatever it took.
I knew he would.
And I loved him even more for it.
I threaded my fingers through his, squeezed tight, and I was the one who led us behind the gambol of my father’s men who pushed through the throng until the mess of us were spilling out into the parking lot.
Trent and Jud flanked me and Logan, and Kult and Milo came to stand on either side.
While Jarek glowered and gritted his teeth and silently raged.
The beat of the music pulsed through Absolution’s walls while the frozen air wafted in white tufts of vapor from panted mouths.
A stand-off between two warring sides.
I should have known that’s what it would come to.
“You wish for a scene?” My father inclined his head.
“No, Papa, I just wish to be heard. To be listened to. To be understood.”
“I already granted you thirty days.”
“And it’s time for you to grant me my life.”
His brow curled. “What are you asking?”
“For you to let me go. To give me my freedom. To let me love the man I’ve loved all along. The one you and Jarek robbed me of.”
Logan’s hand tightened on mine.
Belief.
Pride.
Support.
I stood firm in it, and I shifted to make sure they could see the ring I proudly wore on my finger.
Rage blistered from Jarek when he saw it. “This is blasphemy. You aremywife.”
My attention swung to the monster who’d scarred me so deeply. Ugly, gnarled wounds that would forever weep and bleed. “I am not your wife. I am a prisoner you took, one you abused, and I refuse to allow it to continue.”
“Bullshit.” He surged forward.
In a flash, Jud was in front of him. His hand slammed into his chest. “I’d think twice about that.” He leaned in close to his ear, his voice a dark threat. “I’m pretty sure it’s you who has forgotten who we are.”