Page 85 of Alien God

“Oh, my lord! Torrance! Hello!” Aiko flattened her ears when we entered. Shoshen did the same as he straightened and turned towards us from where he’d been bent over the large crystal chest of new clothing and fabric. I’d carried two chests back with me on my flight, and Hoshta had promised to send the rest of the order through the mountains by sled, so we’d receive it in a few days.

“We’ve only brought the one up so far, my lord. We’re about to go back for the other,” Shoshen said.

“Very good then. We’ll be here.”

Aiko and Shoshen walked by us to leave. On the way by, under her breath, Aiko whispered excitedly, “Torrance, you’ll never believe how lovely the fabrics are. Silk and fur in nearly every colour! Be sure to tell me which you’d like for your wedding clothes!”

Aiko wouldn’t have noticed, but I felt the jerk of Torrance’s hand in mine at the mention of wedding clothes.

“Yes, of course. Thank you,” Torrance said weakly.

“They don’t call you Lady Torrance?” I asked with a raised brow as the siblings left and disappeared down the stairs.

“It doesn’t feel right,” Torrance said simply, offering no other explanation.

“Fair enough,” I muttered. I didn’t particularly care what the Sionnachans called me. Whether they used a title like “lord” or not was immaterial to me. But such things obviously bothered my bride. She didn’t want authority here, or power. Well, she didn’t want power over anyone but me, I supposed. Her little stunt back in the library proved that well enough.

I realized I was still holding her hand. I released her and stepped away brusquely.

“Go stand over there,” I said striding to the chest and wrenching it open. Unlike last time at Hoshta’s, I had not limited myself to plain fabrics. Piles of silk slipped over each other, luscious pink, deep-lake blue, rich cream, and sublime silver-black – the colour of sky between stars.

I pulled the pink from the chest. I turned to find Torrance not standing like I’d asked, but sitting in a crystal-backed chair by the hearth, watching me with a tight expression.

“What is all this?”

“I thought it would be obvious by now,” I said dryly, holding up the pink silk. “Now that you’re to be my wife, you’ll need a new wardrobe.”

She didn’t look pleased by this. Rather stupidly, I wondered if perhaps she did not favour pink and I should get her something else before I remembered that the colours she liked did not matter. What mattered was that the insolent woman listened to me.

“I don’t need all that. Send it back.”

“No.”

Her mouth fell open, a wet little circle that made dark urges lance through me. I wanted to trace that pink circle with my fingers, dip my thumb inside. I wanted to stuff it full of the silk in my hands, to watch her moan around the fabric.

I wanted to put one hand on the top of her head, the other beneath her chin, and shut her mouth for her like snapping closed a box.

I didn’t do any of those things. I just stared down at the silk. But the deep pink colour only reminded me of the inside of her mouth.

Fine! Not the pink, then. For Sionnach’s sake...

I tossed it down, instead going for the pearlescent black. It slid over my skin like water, impossibly smooth and deliciously cool. I gathered it all up, then stormed over to my betrothed who watched me haughtily from her place in the chair.

“Stand up,” I said gruffly, fisting the silk.

“No.”

Her word was a sharp declaration, and I could not help but notice the way it had echoed mine from a moment ago.

“No?”

“No,” she said again. “I was raised to believe that a woman doesn’t have to obey her husband.”

“Believe it or not,” I said tightly, “I was raised the same way.”

With scorching relief, I was glad my parents, whom I’d loved dearly, were dead. It was a terrible thought, one that never would have entered my mind before now.

“Fine,” I bit out when she didn’t respond. “Sit there like a petulant child if you must.”

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