“So then, don’t move away from me,” he suggested cheekily, though his voice still quivered. He was trying to lighten themood, but when I moved to step away, he grabbed my tunic, his lip trembling. “Do you have to go?”
“I won’t go far,” I promised. “He won’t go unless I speak with him. Stay here.”
He leaned into my palm when I cupped his cheek, shutting his eyes. I hated walking away from him when he was still so fragile, but my anger towards my brother was simmering under my skin. I needed to deal with him before I could properly comfort Finn.
Godr looked up at me when I stepped out of my tent again. He looked abashed, but he didn’t know half of what he’d truly done to Finn. And I wouldn’t discuss it here with Finn listening.
Fisting the back of his tunic, I shoved him away from the tent and didn’t stop pushing until we were well away from Finn. When I released him, he stumbled forward, shooting me a confused look.
“Rath, it was just a prank. I?—”
“Enough! His own brother stabbed him in the back after promising to help him. You saw it as a prank, but he trusted you, and you threw it in his face. It is a miracle he trusted you in the first place!”
Godr’s mouth fell open. It could have been because of what I revealed, but it also might have been the fact that I was yelling. I wasn’t one to raise my voice. Not at him especially.
“You should have never involved him in one of your pranks,” I growled, glaring at him. “Targeting me is old hand for you. I know to expect it. But youusedhim to get to me. My bondmate. Had I not questioned him and explained things to him, it would have broken his heart to hurt me in that way! I should gut you for hurting him! All the work put in to get him to trust in our clan thrown away because you refuse to grow up and act like a man!”
Godr flinched, dropping his gaze in his shame. Fury filled my veins the longer I spoke. I wanted to hurt him. Flashes of thelook of betrayal on Finn’s face, the way he screamed at Godr and trembled in my arms as he explained what happened the last time he trusted a brother. It all fueled my rage until I shook with it.
Orthorr’s hand on my shoulder kept me from hurting my brother. He squeezed tight enough to ground me, urging me to back away from Godr. In my anger, I’d stalked him until his back was against a tent and he couldn’t move. We were toe to toe, and I only barely resisted the call for blood.
“Rath. Your bondmate is waiting for you.”
Jerking around, I followed Orthorr’s gaze to where Finn stood, barely hidden by a nearby tent, tears in his pale blue eyes. I took a step back, away from Godr, and turned for Finn instead. He didn’t hesitate to reach for me when I approached, cupping the back of my head as I lifted him off his feet and buried my face in his neck.
“Let’s go,” he murmured, holding me as tight as I held him. “Please.”
For him, I let go of my anger and walked away, not stopping until we were in bed and wrapped around each other. And for the first time, it was my head tucked under his chin as he comforted me, stroking his fingers through my hair and shushing me until I fell asleep in his arms.
“Do you ever braid it?”
Finn sat on the bank of the river, watching as I lathered the soap in my hair. I couldn’t coax him in to join me, he preferred heated water, but he didn’t seem to mind sitting with me, especially with the fur I brought him to keep him warm. The fur I had made from the shadowstalker he helped me kill. It wasn’tvery large, but neither was he. It seemed fitting after the beast had tried to kill him.
“I don’t know how,” I replied before dunking my head to rinse out the soap. When I came back up, I caught his heated look and smirked to myself. He’d been clingy this morning, but not in an amorous way. He was still hurt by Godr’s actions and needed my love, not my body, to help him recover. It was good to see he still felt the same way, though. My brother’s betrayal had not harmed our relationship.
When I came out of the water, he had a cloth ready for me to dry myself. He hovered, but I didn’t comment on it. I preferred him close to me.
“I could… I could braid it if you want.”
Tipping my head, I studied him. “You know how?”
There it was again. The apprehension that he didn’t have the day before. We’d gone several steps back, and I still regretted not hurting my brother for it.
I gave Finn a moment to gather his courage, rubbing my head vigorously to dry my hair. In the summer, I would leave it alone, but it was getting colder now. It was better to get the water out.
“I, um… My father used to throw parties. The guests brought their children along. I preferred playing with the girls over the boys. It was less… rowdy. A couple of them taught me to braid using ribbons pinned to a cushion. I’ve never braided hair before, but…”
Pulling the cloth away from my face, I used it to snatch him against me. As I was still wet, he squawked in protest, but he didn’t try too hard to escape me. I took pleasure in that, how eagerly he pressed himself against me, despite his complaints. Pressing a kiss to his lips to stop him before he started to ramble again, I assured him, “Everything I have is yours. Including my hair. If my bondmate wants to touch me, you’ll not hear me complain.”
He flushed, a pleased smile on his lips. I kissed him again, merely because I wished to. He hummed a happy sound, bouncing on his toes a little when I pulled away to finish drying and dressing. We were headed back to my tent, hand in hand, when Godr appeared, looking like he hadn’t slept. He opened his mouth, probably to apologize, but hesitated when he took in the look on Finn’s face. I saw it too. He’d closed himself off, avoiding eye contact, and wrapped his arms around his middle. Protecting himself.
Godr might be ready to apologize, but Finn wasn’t ready to hear it. Tucking him against my side, I led Finn away, gritting my teeth when I saw the guilt-stricken look on Godr’s face. My fights with my brothers never lasted longer than a few hours, but I wouldn’t push Finn to forgive him before he was ready. Even if it hurt to see my blood brother suffer.
“A black eye would’ve been kinder,” I grumbled under my breath.
“What?” Finn looked up at me, the icy wall he’d thrown up in Godr’s presence slowly fading the farther we got from him.
I shook my head. “It’s nothing. Come, kolrav. I have a comb you can use to play with my hair.”
