He leaned forward and gently placed his lips on hers. Then he rested his forehead against hers and sighed. “I’ve loved you for so long that I feared this would never come to pass. Now that I’ve had you and tasted you, I’ll never get enough.”
Rhi closed her eyes and smiled, even though her heart was heavy. She didn’t understand the feeling, nor could she discern what was causing it.
“You’re all mine now,” Balladyn whispered.
Rhi’s smile grew. “Yes, I am. And you’re mine.”
“Nothing will ever tear us apart.”
She lifted her head to look into his eyes. There, just around the edges, the red was fading to a brilliant silver. Rhi didn’t mention it. Whatever it was that pulled Balladyn back to the light was enough for her.
Balladyn went to kiss her again, when he turned his head to the side and let out a string of curses.
“What is it?” Rhi asked worriedly.
He blew out a breath. “Taraeth is calling for me.”
“Then go,” she urged. “You’re his right hand, Balladyn. Remain that way.”
“Just until I take over as King.”
She gripped his hand when he got to his feet. As she looked up at him, she hated the fear that suddenly enveloped her. “Be careful.”
“Always.”
“You don’t have to be king of the Dark.”
He squatted in front of her, a half grin in place. “I most certainly do, my love.”
With a wink, he was gone.
Rhi dropped her hand to the sand. She’d known something was developing between her and Balladyn. He’d professed his love earlier, and she had kissed him a few times.
It was how she found herself thinking of him more and more that pushed her to consider letting go of the past and her Dragon King lover. Before her stood a Fae who was willing to do whatever it took to have her.
Why should she pine for a King who would never give her the time of day again? She’d wasted thousands of years on him. She deserved happiness, to be loved and worshipped, and to have a future.
Rhi stood. Behind her, she felt her watcher’s eyes on her. She didn’t bother to put clothes on. He’d seen all there was to see of her.
For far too long she’d felt the need to hide herself—her feelings, her wants and desires, dreams and wishes. No longer. She was done pretending. Whether anyone liked it or not, this was who she was.
*
Daire couldn’t take his eyes from Rhi. She was stunning, standing glorious in the moonlight. The breeze lifted her long hair so that it billowed out behind her, as if reaching for him. She stood straight and tall at the foot of the ocean.
Her bronze skin glowed a soft blue from the light of the moon. The only sound was the waves crashing onto shore and the palm trees swaying.
Rhi hadn’t spoken since Balladyn’s departure. Though Daire smiled when she turned to look his way. She knew he was still there, and she didn’t seem to mind.
“Are you judging me?” she asked softly.
Daire knew the question was directed at him. He didn’t like that she’d chosen Balladyn, but he understood why. Rhi was like any woman. She needed love and attention. She needed to know that someone wanted and desired her, that someone yearned for her and loved her.
She hadn’t gotten it from her Dragon King. It was time she received that attention from someone. Daire wished it had been him, though it was forbidden.
None of the Reapers could have relationships. Well … that was the rule since Death created them—until recently.
He wasn’t jealous of Baylon and Jordyn’s happiness. In fact, he was glad that one of the Reapers had found some. Jordyn, a half-Fae, was now a Reaper herself, which allowed her and Baylon to be together.
Daire was fine desiring Rhi from afar. She was someone he could never have, and not even Baylon’s coupling could give him hope that he might get the same.
Never, he answered Rhi in his mind. It wasn’t his right to judge her—not after all he’d done.
He couldn’t talk to her, wouldn’t talk to her. Nor was he allowed to show himself. His orders were to follow her wherever she went and determine who she was allied with.
Death saw Rhi as someone important in the upcoming battle, and Daire had to agree. The more he was around Rhi, the more he saw the powerful magic within her.
She might not always make the right decisions, but who did? No one was perfect. What kept Rhi off kilter was the love she had held onto for ages. However, it appeared she was letting go once and for all of whatever hope she had of a life with a Dragon King.
It was the right move, of that Daire was positive. What that would mean for everyone else though, remained to be seen. He didn’t think Rhi knew her potential. Yet.
Once she did, it would change the entire landscape of the current war.
Daire walked to stand beside her. He was close enough to touch, but he kept his hands to himself. His gaze slid to the side and looked at her pink-tipped nipples and taut breasts.
He’d seen her being goofy. He’d seen her focused as she shopped for shoes. He’d witnessed her mellow as she got her nails done.
He’d seen her joy, her pain … and her sorrow.