Page 55 of Enchanted
“Why should I?” He knew it was a childish response, but Sebastian often made him feel defensive and annoyed.
“What are you trying to accomplish? What do you need to prove? She’s meant for you.”
A chilly line he refused to recognize as fear snaked up Liam’s spine. “It’s still my decision.”
Sebastian would have laughed, but he caught the flicker of unease in Liam’s eyes, felt the shimmer of it inhis mind. “More fool you,” he murmured, but with some sympathy. “And if you feel that way, cousin, why haven’t you told her?”
“I told her who I am.” Liam spoke evenly, determined not to sound defensive. “Shown her. She nearly fainted.” He remembered that moment, and the fury, the guilt, he’d felt. “She’s been raised not to believe.”
“But she does believe. What she is has always been there. Until you tell her, she has no choice. And isn’t choice your most prized possession?”
Liam studied Sebastian’s smug smile with the active dislike only family could feel. When they’d been boys, Liam had competed ruthlessly against his older cousin, determined to be as fast, as clever, as smart. Under that competitive streak had been a secret layer of hero worship.
Even now, as a grown man, he wanted Sebastian’s respect.
“When she’s ready, she’ll have the choice. And she’ll make it.”
“Whenyou’reready,” Sebastian corrected. “Is it arrogance, Liam, or fear?”
“It’s sense,” Liam shot back, and fought not to let his teeth go on edge. “She’s barely had time to absorb what I’ve told her already, much less to fully understand. Her own heritage is buried so deep there’s hardly a glimmer of it in her mind. She’s just begun to discover herself as a woman—how can I ask her to accept her gifts?”
Or me.But he didn’t say that, infuriated himself that he would even think it.
He’s in love with her, Sebastian realized as Liam turned to scowl down at the beach. In love and too hardheaded to admit it. For a second time, a smile trembled on his lips, with laughter just beneath. So the mighty fall, he mused, fighting all the way.
“It may be, Liam, you don’t give the woman enough credit.” He glanced back to where Rowan sat with his wife at the table. “She’s lovely.”
“She sees herself as plain, as simple. As ordinary. She’s none of those things.” Liam didn’t look around. He could see her in his mind’s eye clearly enough if he chose. “But she is tender. I may end up asking her for a great deal more than she’s prepared to give.”
Lovesick, Sebastian thought, though not without sympathy. He’d been similarly afflicted when he’d met Mel. And had very likely made similar stupid mistakes because of it.
“Living with you’s more than any woman could be prepared for.” He grinned when Liam turned his head and shot him a look with those hard gold eyes. “I pity her at the thought of seeing that ugly, scowling face of yours day after day.”
Liam’s smile was sharp as a blade. “And how does your wife tolerate yours, cousin?”
“She’s crazy about me.”
“She strikes me as a smart woman.”
“Her mind’s like a dagger,” Sebastian said, with a grinning glance at his wife.
“So how much time did it take you to weave the spell into her mind for that?”
This time Sebastian did laugh and in a quick move grabbed Liam in a snug headlock. “A much shorter time than it’ll take you to make your pretty lady believe you’re a prize to look at.”
“Kiss my—” He could only curse, struggle against laughter, as Sebastian kissed him full on the mouth. “I’ll have to kill you for that,” he began, then lifted a brow as little Aiden dashed over to throw his arms around his father’s legs. “Later,” Liam decided, and plucked the child up himself.
***
It was late when Liam left Rowan sleeping in the house Ana kept by the sea. He was restless, unsettled, and baffled by the ache around his heart that refused to ease.
He thought of running along the water, or flying over it. Racing until he was settled again.
And he thought of Rowan, sweetly sleeping in the quiet house.
He walked through the shadows and scents of Ana’s garden, searching for peace of mind. He stepped through the hedge of fairy roses, crossed the lawn and stepped up on the deck of the house where Ana lived with her family.
He’d known she was there.
