“First, it’d kill him to know that. He loves and respects his father. Second, you know the man. Bas would go off, half-cocked and confront his father, then all hell would unleash and who knows how that would play out.” She envisioned everything from Bastien shooting his father to him eloping with her and then growing to hate her years from now once he realized what all he’d given up to marry her.
No matter the scenario, they all ended with them miserable. And with Bastien hating her for coming between him and his family.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Do you love him?”
“More than my life.” Ember bit her lip as a single tear slid past her control. Gah! This would be so easy if she was the gold-digging bitch his family thought she was.
Then she could let go and not look back. Or marry him and not give a single shit what they thought. Because what his father didn’t know was that Bastien had already told her how much money he’d inherit on his wedding day. He didn’t need his father’s inheritance. Or approval. His grandparents had all left him with a staggering amount of property and creds. The unbelievable mass of wealth stymied her best mathematical abilities to comprehend.
But the money didn’t matter to her any more than it did to Bastien. Since she’d never had that kind of wealth, she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
Besides, it was his, not hers. All she cared about was Bastien. Not his titles. And no amount of cred could replace his thoughtfulness or unique views. The way he could brighten her day by simply entering a room. Make her smile with nothing more than a wink and that devilish grin that made her want to rip his clothes off and hold him for eternity.
How could she give that up?
Angry that she couldn’t stop her stupid, useless emotions, she wiped the tear away and drew a ragged breath. “Love can’t survive bitterness, zusi. You know that better than anyone.”
It was why Kindel was single. The love of her life had given up a command position to stay with her. Three years later, he’d been so angry over it as he never had another opportunity for advancement, that it’d torn their relationship apart. To this day, Justiss wouldn’t even look at Kindel.
Ember didn’t want that to be Bastien. The thought of his hating her …
That was the only thing unbearable.
“What am I going to do?”
Kindel took her hand and smiled sadly. “I don’t know, Em. I screwed up my life. Last thing I want to do is screw up yours.”
She snorted. “Not helpful.”
Her link buzzed.
Ember started to ignore it, until she saw Bastien’s avatar. That goofy photo he’d made as a joke and programmed into her link a few weeks ago.
This way everyone will know what a total jack-off you date and a reminder to you that no one else will have me and my weirdness. So you never have to worry about me cheating or straying. I know the best when I see it and no one’s better than my girl.
Trying not to laugh at the memory, she picked it up and answered.
“Hey, lovely.”
Ember scowled as she heard something that sounded like blaster fire in the background. “Where are you?”
“Um … nowhere. Just wanted to say that I love you.”
“Are you under attack?”
He hissed in her ear, then made a noise that sounded like he was straining.
“Bas?”
“Yeah … sorry. I, uh, I’m having a little trouble hearing you.”
Over blaster fire! “Oh my God! You’re in a firefight?”
“Little bit.”
“Are you pinned?”
The longest pause of her life crackled in her ear before he finally answered. “Don’t worry, Em. I’ll be home tonight. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
Her heart sank as she saw the news on a nearby monitor. It showed the attack he was in. The royal envoy his father was supposed to be in had come under Eudoran fire. But at the last minute his father had sent Bastien and Quin instead.
At the last minute …
“Bastien,” she breathed. “I love you. No matter what happens, please don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t.” He cut the line.
Ember’s hand shook as his father’s words echoed in her mind. No … it wasn’t possible.
“Em? What is it?”
Swallowing her panic, she jerked her chin toward the monitor. “That’s Bastien in that mess.”
Kindel cursed. “You want to scramble?”
Yes, but she had more to think about at the moment and she knew for a fact that Bastien could hold his own. “Kin? Can I ask you something?”
She sat back down with a frown. “Sure.”
Ember took a moment to gather her swirling thoughts before she spoke the horror that she struggled to comprehend. “Bastien’s father intimated that he’d rather see Bastien dead than married to a pleb.” She cut another terrified glance to the monitor. “You don’t think he would have done that today on purpose, do you?”
Kindel was now as pale as she was. “Oh God, Em … I don’t know. I’d like to think no parent could even contemplate such a thing.”
“But?”
“They’re aristos and not us.”
And that was what she was afraid of. His father had warned her that Bastien intended to propose, and that if he did so, there would be consequences most dire. Consequences that would guarantee her no happy ending.
The only way she wouldn’t be happy was if something happened to Bastien.