I would not take more.
I would take that single pleasure and control myself.
Trembling, I held out my hand. “Please, Pim. Come home.”
With an unsteady breath, she slotted her fingers into mine. “I’m already home. I’m with you.”
Chapter Twelve
Pimlico
SO MUCH HAD changed yet nothing had changed at all.
The way Elder glared at me was still the same, yet there was a new layer to his glower that not only activated my tummy to heat and prickle but my heart and soul, too. The weight of his stare held so many familiar and unfamiliar things.
He didn’t touch me again as he escorted me from the police station and held open the door to an unknown white sedan.
I gave him a curious look and scooted in, mindful of my tender spots and bruises.
Selix sat in the front seat with a driver. He turned to face me; his long hair twirled in a top knot.
I almost asked where the usual black Town Car was that travelled on the Phantom, but Elder landed beside me with his fists tightly curled by his thighs as if forbidding himself to reach for me.
“Hello, Pimlico.” Selix smiled, eyeing us and noting the tension resonating like bad karaoke.
I didn’t know if that was the first time he’d called me by name—even if it was a false one—but it was as if some ice thawed between us. I’d never felt entirely welcome in Selix’s presence, and I could understand why. His loyalties were to Elder, not to me, and rightfully so.
I respected him for protecting his friend. But at the same time, I was glad that chilliness had melted into an extension of friendship. I could guess why. By leaving, I’d shown I would put Elder’s welfare above my own.
Returning Selix’s smile, I said, “Nice to see you again.”
The driver glanced at me in the rear-view. Selix noticed, shrugging. “This is a temporary measure. Our car is still on the Phantom.”
Why was that any different? The Phantom was moored back in its spot in the harbour...isn’t it?
“Elder here” —Selix cocked his head at the man sitting rigidly beside me—“didn’t give us time to sail back. He said it was urgent.”
“It was urgent. She was in jail, for Christ’s sake.” Elder’s gaze turned tortured as he looked at me. “The thought of you spending time in a cell damn well butchers me.” He took my hand, squeezing it hard. “I’m so sorry, Pim.”
I clenched my fingers around his. “Don’t be. I actually spent most of that time at the hospital, so I was looked after in style.”
His eyes narrowed. “Hospital?” His gaze dropped over me, calculating, assessing. “I see your black eye and the stiff way you move. How badly are you hurt? What bastard did this to you?” His nostrils flared, filling the car with an aggressive vengeance. “I’ll gut him.”
Selix turned to face the front, giving quiet instructions to the driver to depart. As the car slid into motion, I shook my head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.”
Looking out the window, I said far too blasély, “I’ve had much worse.”
Whoops.
Elder turned arctic with fury. His thighs clenched as every muscle stiffened in a mixture that shot way past anger and turned wild with the need to kill. “I positively hate that that is true.” His face turned dark with torment. “I’d do anything so you never knew the feeling of a fucking bee sting, let alone such abuse.”
Shifting in the fabric seat, I rushed to delete such thoughts from him.
He had to stop taking the blame.
And I had to stop reminding him of my past.
“The police were very understanding. I was—”
His eyes turned blacker than normal. “Understanding how?”
“Well, I told them about...me and other things. They took me to the hospital to do tests.”
He went deathly still. “And these tests...were the results good or bad?”
My chest turned hollow with the newfound emptiness that I would never be a mother. Never carry that magic. I had no intention of telling him such a thing. Ever.
Ensuring calmness decorated my face and not pain, I nodded. “The results were fine. I’m well on the mend—thanks to you. I’m healthy.” Touching my cheek where the swelling of injury remained, I shrugged. “This will fade in a few days and then no more. I’m done being someone’s punching bag.”
Elder locked his jaw, glaring out the window at downtown Monte Carlo. “I suppose it’s a good thing they checked you over. Saves the appointments I’d booked in. We don’t need to worry about them now.”
I sucked in a breath, grateful that I’d seen a gynaecologist who wasn’t a member of his team and would stand by their confidentially clause.
My barrenness was my own hollowness to bear—not his.
Taking a deep breath, Elder asked a short, painful question—almost as if he hadn’t meant to ask it, but his mouth betrayed him. “Did you tell them about me? Give them my name?”
My head whipped to face him. “Of course not.” Misery barbed my heart that he assumed I’d expose him like that. “You saved my life, El. Why would I deliberately try to ruin yours in return?”
He instantly chagrined, rubbing his face with his hand as his shoulders slouched. “Fuck, of course, you didn’t.” He massaged his forehead. “I’m losing my mind.” His heavy palm landed on my knee, warm, powerful, apologetic.
“It’s right for you to be nervous.” I patted his knuckles.
His body shifted as he shook his head. “I trust you. Trust implies that I don’t need to ask such things.”
Silence cloaked the car for a few seconds, both of us trying to figure out what to say next. When Elder spoke again, it was as if his question bypassed his lips and entered my mind before he’d even uttered it.
I knew exactly what he would ask.
And I answered before he could phrase it. “No, I didn’t.”
His eyebrow rose, his lips tight even as curiosity shoved aside some of his anger. “You don’t know my question.”
“I do.” I twisted closer to him. “You were going to ask if I gave them Alrik’s name. And the answer is no, I didn’t.”
He shrugged, his illusion of calm not convincing. “Why not? Don’t you want justice...didn’t they want proof?”
My heart suffered a crestfallen beat. We’d been so connected before. Now, we were this odd stumbling thing, stuck between incorrect comprehensions and rotten confusion.
His question once again was hurtful. “You gave me all the justice I needed, and they didn’t need any more proof than what my body provided. My missing person’s file, I assume, is now closed. I had more than enough evidence that I was sold—”
“Fuck.” Slouching into the seat, he covered his eyes. “What a bastard thing to say.” His fingers clenched around my knee. “Forgive me, Pim. It’s been a long few days.”
He didn’t need my forgiveness. He already had my understanding.