“Are you real?” A voice, deep as ever, broke the silence; eternal, yet fleeting like the midnight hour.
“You’ve asked me that before,” Vhalla replied.
Aldrik looked away, thought knitting his brow. “I have, haven’t I?”
“When I first met you here,” she affirmed softly.
“I owed you an apology then also.” Aldrik let nothing be forgotten. He wasn’t the type to let a single detail slide. It was the right thing, but Vhalla resented the notion of confronting their last explosive time together. “I’m sorry for how I acted in the North.”
Vhalla swallowed, hard. “There may come a time when your apologies aren’t enough, Aldrik.”
The use of his name, plain on her tongue, gave him pause. He searched her face. “Is now that time?”
“No.” She didn’t string him along; there wasn’t any point to it. She was tired of playing games and hiding feelings. “What I said to you then, about the Bond—”
“And that you had no romantic feelings for my brother? Was the truth,” Aldrik finished bluntly. “I was too wrapped up in my world of lies to see it, even when you confessed it to me. By the time I was ready to admit it to you, you were gone, and all I could do was admit it to myself.”
Vhalla leaned against the door, her eyes fluttering closed with a sigh. Everything seemed out of time and place. Someone should’ve told her about her magic before it had spiraled out of control. Daniel was the one she should’ve met long before the prince. She should’ve split her time between swords and books. And the Aldrik standing before her was the man she’d needed months ago.
Nothing happened when she needed it to.
“I told you once,” Aldrik continued, “that I am not a good man.”
“You did.” Vhalla met his eyes once more.
“That I have never been a good man.” Aldrik took a step forward, moonlight outlining his form in silver. “But I realized that I was only the man I’ve let myself be. That if I want something beautiful in my life, if I wantedyou, I had to make myself a person that could be the soil in which such beauty could take root.”
“It doesn’t work that way; you don’t just get to change and then we are something once more.”
“I know,” he spoke hastily before she could get too far down her train of thought. “I didn’t do it for you.” Aldrik paused. “Maybe, at first. But then I continued because I wanted to, for me. And every day I still struggle with that goal. Vhalla, I want to see if I can be a man that I can look in the eye when I look into a mirror.”
“How’s it working out?”
“Some days are better than others.” Aldrik shrugged. “I can still be an ass.”
His deadpan remark sparked laughter in her. The notes were still heavy, but it was enough to tug the corners of his mouth into a small smile.
“We’re hopeless, you and I,” Vhalla whispered.
“If I am going to be hopeless for anyone, let it be for you, Vhalla Yarl.”
Vhalla’s hand reached for her watch, her heart doing acrobatics. This feeling was one only he could instill in her. It put everything else to shame, and it rose every warning flag and rang every alarm.
Aldrik watched her motions thoughtfully. After a long internal debate, he crossed the remaining distance between them. A half step too close, every part of him was easily within reach. He reached out a hand, hesitantly, slowly. He searched for permission, and Vhalla wanted to deny him, she wanted to push him away.She wanted to hold him so hard her hands would leave bruises.
His fingertips fell gingerly on her neck, lightning striking in their wake as they slid down to her collarbone. His elegant hand hooked the metal chain and pulled free the watch from under her clothes. The prince hardly touched her, and yet it was the most intimate act Vhalla had experienced in weeks.
Aldrik’s eyes smoldered as he confirmed what her hands perpetually sought was indeed the watch he’d given her. Vhalla watched a flame alight at the knowledge. He turned his attention to her face, and Vhalla knew what he sought.
“My . . . lady?” he breathed.
“We can’t,” Vhalla reminded him.
“Do you still love me?” He’d gone from glancing blows straight for the kill.
Vhalla frowned slightly. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.” His words were quick and breathy. “Tell me, Vhalla, do you still love me as you once did? Do you hold any feelings for me in your heart? Is there a single ember of love that I might, honorably, fan to life once more?”
