Sorry, I can’t hear you. Too busy cooking.
Zeb and his father left to check on the next batch of hides, but Valek was content to remain on the couch and hold Liana as she napped. He drank in her clean, powdery scent and gazed at her. She was so precious to him. The urge to protect her burned in his veins, and he wondered if he’d survive her childhood. Just the thought of her learning how to walk and run and climb the stairs and sleep in a big bed and ride a horse already made him anxious with worry. If only she could remain a baby forever. Then again, forever’s worth of dirty diapers was incentive enough to trust his daughter to reach those milestones without hurting herself too much.
*
After dinner that night, his mother escorted them to a guest room. “Zeb put your bags inside already and lit the lantern.” She stood outside the door. “Kalen assembled the crib, so you might want to test that it’s sturdy.”
“I heard that,” Kalen called from down the hall. “It wasn’t my fault the legs broke off. The twins were too big to be in a crib, anyway.”
A brief smile flashed. “Let us know if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” Yelena said.
Olya nodded and retreated to her bedroom.
When Yelena and Valek entered, he froze.
“What’s wrong?” Yelena asked.
“It’s...” He crossed to the armoire and opened the door. Scratches marked the inside, appearing random at first, but upon closer inspection, they were code words that Valek had etched into the wood when he’d spied on his older brothers. Shock rolled through him. Valek scanned the rest of the room. The sloppy boat paintings Vincent had done in school hung on the walls, and the wooden toys Valek had carved lined a shelf—he’d forgotten all about them.
Except for the larger bed, nothing had changed. “It’s my room. The one I shared with Vincent.” It made sense that they’d kept the furnishings and Vincent’s paintings, but he hadn’t expected them to save his toys or leave the marks he’d made on the armoire alone.
Yelena tested the crib with one hand and then laid Liana down on the mattress. The baby sighed in her sleep. His wife took Valek’s hands in her own. “They never stopped loving you.”
He shook his head. “I’m no longer that boy. And my mother is still terrified of me.”
“Despite her fear, her soul knows you.” Yelena released his hands. She pressed her palm over his heart. “Her soul knows who you are right now, and she loves you. Your reputation has colored her thoughts, but she just needs time to adjust to all the changes in her life. Then she’ll see what I see every day.”
He pulled her close. “What do you see?”
“I see a loving husband and father who will do anything to protect the people he loves. A man worthy of love in return.”
Unable to put his emotions into words, he kissed his wife with all the passion she stirred in his soul.
When they broke apart, she gazed at him. It’s time.
To make love all night? I’m in. He tugged her toward the bed.
She resisted. No. Time to say goodbye to your brothers.
He stopped as all the colors in the room drained away, leaving behind only shades of gray. Is this—
The shadow world. Yelena twined her fingers in his. Look.
Valek’s three brothers stood in the room. So young and so...perfect. No wounds marked them. They grinned at him, but he couldn’t smile in return. He glanced at Yelena in horror. Instead of finding peace in the sky, they’d been trapped in the shadow world for the last twenty-nine years.
No. She tapped his chest. They’ve been with you for the last twenty-nine years.
But wouldn’t you have seen them?
They were locked inside you. Don’t worry, they have no memories of that time. According to them, they remember being murdered. Then they woke standing next to their graves in the shadow world. They were confused to see you much older and kneeling in front of Vincent’s gravestone.
You’ve seen them since your magic returned? You’ve been talking to them? A sense of betrayal pulsed in his heart. Why hadn’t she told him?
Of course not. I saw them for the first time this afternoon, by their graves. They’ve been waiting for you to come back. Your parents said goodbye when they moved here, and now it’s your turn.
He thought he had made peace with them back in Ixia, when he’d lost his immunity to magic. Valek looked at Yelena. Can I talk to them?
Only through me. She squeezed his hand. Go ahead.
He turned to his brothers. I’m sorry.
For what, Little Brother? Vincent asked. Marrying the prettiest girl in the world? Of course, if I’d been alive, she wouldn’t have even looked at you.
I’m sorry for being alive, when you... The horrible image of them lying dead in the snow flashed before him.
Stop that, Victor said. Look at me.
Valek focused on him. As the oldest of the four of them, Victor tended to take charge and calm everyone down.