Vhalla blushed and averted her eyes from his handsome face. “It’s still a poor choice,” she whispered.
“It always will be.” Aldrik stood. Her breath quickened by his proximity alone. He hooked his fingers under her chin and pulled her face upward gently. “If you want to make the widely accepted appropriate decision, then leave now, have mercy and end this before you entice me further. Because I promise, this will never be easy—for either of us—and I refuse to love you halfway.”
Once again, she felt the choice given to her. The problems were nothing she hadn’t told herself before. The challenges nothing she didn’t already realize. Yet, hearing him say it made it all the more terrifying. He seemed frightened as well, and if it frightened him, she had every right to be scared. But he also acknowledged it, telling her that he would fight if she would. There were a thousand things she wanted to reply with.
“What time?” were the only words that left her mouth.
“Six?” Aldrik’s face found its smile again, and Vhalla felt warm knowing she contributed to it.
“That’s fine.”
Aldrik nodded and led her out into the main room and behind the bar that occupied the space to the left of the doorway. Walking over to a shelf, Aldrik pulled a bottle and Vhalla was surprised to see it attached to a hidden metal lever. There was a click from somewhere in the wall, and he tugged open the shelves to reveal a passage. As they descended the short distance, a mote of light appeared over his shoulder.
“How did you know this was here?” she asked.
“I don’t enjoy feeling like I could be trapped somewhere. We stayed at this hotel at the start of the war, and I’ve insisted on it ever since after the owner showed this to me,” Aldrik explained as they reached the ground floor. “Six,” he affirmed.
She nodded.
“Be sharp, I’m the only one who can open this door.”
“I’ll be here, I promise.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Take care, lest I have to burn the Crossroads to the ground in a rage.”
Vhalla laughed softly, very well realizing that it may not entirely be a jest. She grinned up at him playfully. “Take care yourself, lest I have to blow the Crossroads away in a rage.” She was rewarded for her cheekiness with his laugher and another firm kiss.
Aldrik placed his palm on the door and pushed. Vhalla realized the truth of what he said earlier as the metal where a lock or knob should be began to melt around his hand. The molten metal parted and the door swung open. Vhalla stepped into the light beyond. She said nothing and he gave her a nod, closing the door that looked like the stone of the outside wall.
Vhalla waited a moment, her head reeling from all that had happened. Taking a breath, she turned and started the walk through the alleyways around the building and back to the main square. Somewhere along the way she found herself unable to contain giddy laughter.
Her hotel’s lobby was quiet, and Vhalla was thankful she could sneak up the stairs and into her room. Vhalla turned around the door, leaning against it with a blissful sigh. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake.
“Fritz, get up; she’s back.” Larel stirred.
“What are you two doing here?” Vhalla blinked at the two people occupying her bed.
“Fritz, up.” Larel shoved at the man sleeping next to her.
“Larel, nooo ...” Fritz pulled the covers over his head.
“She’s back,” Larel hissed.
Fritz was suddenly also sitting at attention.
“Good morning, Fritz, Larel,” Vhalla greeted them like a girl caught out late by her parents.
Fritz was across the room in a moment, his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t you ‘good morning’ me.” He peered at her. “You were out all night! We were worried!”
Well, that explained why they had decided to occupy her room. “I’m sorry,” she said honestly.
“We couldn’t even ask someone because, well, we didn’t know if ...” Fritz glanced back to Larel.
“If you stayed with him,” Larel finished.
Fritz gaped at the Western woman but then turned back to Vhalla with a nod. “So?” Fritz asked.
Even Larel examined her quizzically.
Vhalla sighed. It wasn’t that she had never planned on telling them, or that she hadn’t expected them to find out, but it felt like half the world had discovered her secret within the first few hours of it happening. “Yes, I did.”
Fritz squeaked. He seemed to vibrate with excitement. “Tell—us—everything.” He punctuated his words, making each a demand.
“She doesn’t have to tell us anything,” Larel scolded. He whimpered at the other woman.