Tohrment's arms gradually unfolded until they hung limp by his sides, and his mouth grew lax as well, his jaw unlatching to fall open. His eyes blinked repeatedly, open and shut, open and shut, open and shut. . . .
When he finally moved, it was with the grace of someone who had broken every bone in his body: He lurched across the distance that separated them and fell to his knees before his shellan. Reaching up with shaking hands, he tou
ched her lower belly as tears watered his eyes.
He didn't say a word. Just gathered his mate to him, his big, strong arms enveloping her waist, his wet cheek coming to rest on her womb.
Above him, Wellesandra started to smile. . . beam, really.
Down below her happiness, however, Tohr's face was cast in lines of terror. As if he knew, even then, that the pregnancy she rejoiced in was doom for all three of them -
"I thought I'd find you on this side. "
No'One whipped around, the water in the bowl splashing out onto her robe, the image ruined.
Tohrment stood in the doorway sure as if her invasion of his privacy had called him forth to protect what was rightly his. His temper had dissipated, but even in the absence of anger, his gaunt face was nothing close to what she had just seen of him.
"I've come to apologize," he said.
She carefully put the bowl back, watching as the choppy surface of the water calmed down and the level slowly rose to what it had been, replenished from an unknown, unseeable reservoir.
"I figured I'd wait until I sobered up a little - "
"I've been watching you," she said. "In the bowl. With your shellan. "
That shut him up.
Getting to her feet, No'One smoothed her robe even though it fell as it always did, in straight, shapeless folds of cloth. "I understand why you are in a foul way and quick to temper. It is in the nature of a wounded animal to strike out at even a friendly hand. "
When she looked up, he was frowning so deeply, his brows were a single line. Not exactly an opening for conversation. But it was time to clear the air between them, and as with the debridement of a festering wound, one could expect it to hurt.
The infection must be wrestled from the flesh, however.
"How long ago did she die?"
"Killed," he said after a moment. "She was killed. "
"How long. "
"Fifteen months, twenty-six days, seven hours. I'd have to check a watch for the minutes. "
No'One walked over to the windows and looked out over the bright green grass. "How did you find out she had been taken from you?"
"My king. My brothers. They came to me. . . and they told me she had been shot. "
"What happened after that?"
"I screamed. I took myself somewhere, anywhere else. I cried for weeks in the wilderness alone. "
"You didn't perform a Fade ceremony?"
"I didn't come back for nearly a year. " He cursed and scrubbed his face. "I can't believe you're asking me this shit, and I can't believe I'm answering. "
She shrugged. "It is because you were cruel to me at the pool. You feel guilty, and I feel like you owe me something. The latter makes me bold and the former loosens your lips. "
He opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. "You're very smart. "
"Not really. It is obvious. "