“Our Bond is the biggest lie of them all,” she whispered. Aldrik stood frozen with horrific attention. “I never meant to save you. I thought I was saving Baldair that night. I poured myself into those notes for his sake.”
Aldrik had suddenly been reduced to a lost lamb, his eyes darting between her and a confused Baldair.
But Vhalla couldn’t stop herself now, it was her turn to push too far. It was a sinister sort of pleasure to unleash pain, and she couldn’t refrain. He’d cut her so deeply that she wasn’t thinking about right or wrong, fair or unfair. She wanted to drink from the toxic potion of revenge and unleash the only thing that could slay a liar: the truth.
“What are you talking about?” Neither of them paid attention to Baldair’s confusion.
“You’re not the only one who can lie, Aldrik.” Vhalla laughed bitterly.
Aldrik stared at her in stunned horror. It served as kindling for rage, and she watched his body tense. Aldrik clenched his fists. He jerked his head toward Baldair. “You.”
Baldair held his hands up harmlessly.
“You could not let me have thisone joyuntainted,” Aldrik snarled.
Vhalla was so startled by Aldrik’s shift back to describing her as his “one joy” that her better sense clicked back in. She hadn’t meant for Baldair to be wrapped into their fight, only to bring Aldrik’s rage further upon herself, upon the fading embers of their futile love. She was crushing her and Aldrik’s future. Not his and Baldair’s.
“Aldrik, he had nothing to do with this.” Vhalla took a half step in front of Baldair, stopping the older prince’s advance.
“A new low, even for you, brother,” Aldrik said with disdain. “Getting your whore to protect you.”
Vhalla’s arms hung limply at her sides, suddenly at a complete loss.
“Don’t call her that! You don’t mean it.” Baldair’s defense was touching, but completely ignored by Aldrik.
“Oh? Slut then?” Aldrik grimaced as the word tore itself from his tongue. “Who’s next, now that you’ve had both princes? Going to crawl into bed with my father?”
Vhalla stared in disgust that such a thing could even be voiced.
“We never slept together!” Baldair bellowed.
“I should have known from that day in the garden,” Aldrik continued, ignoring them. “When I found out you had met before.” Aldrik focused on Baldair. There was a surprisingly honest torrent of hurt behind his eyes. “You had to do itagain. To think, I really thought things could be different between us.”
Baldair had met his limit now. “Why would I want them to be? So I can spend time with my bastard of a brother?”
“Do not call me that,” Aldrik roared.
“What? We know it to be true,black sheep.”
Aldrik lunged faster than Vhalla had time to react. He was quick, but Baldair was large, and the younger prince only needed to brace himself against his brother’s swings.
“Stop, both of you!” Vhalla clenched her fists. Her wind wasn’t strong enough to pull them apart.
The brawling siblings didn’t hear her.
It dawned on Vhalla what she’d done. She’d backed the man who had just lost the one person he’d loved into a corner. And now, she was crumbling the last lifeline Aldrik had. If he didn’t have Baldair on his side, who would look out for him?
Fire roared and Baldair fell to his knees, hissing.
“You,” the younger prince gasped for air. “You never use your magic on me.”
Aldrik drew back a fist, alight with flame. “Perhaps you should get your sword and we’ll make this a real fight? We’re not boys anymore.”
Baldair roared and lunged for Aldrik, tackling him at the waist. They rolled, a tumbleweed of fists. They couldn’t seem to stop hitting each other long enough to get upright.
“Stop!” Vhalla cried. “Stop it, both of you!”
She was unheard. The men had reverted back to children, unwilling to listen to any reason. Aldrik was the first to his feet, landing a solid hit on his brother.
