Page 48 of Shadow's Edge (Night Prowler 1)
And so he couldn’t say he had watched her father die, as had his father and brother and every other Alpha from all the tribes across the globe, every Ikati in his colony. He couldn’t tell this creature staring up at him so rapt and lovely that he had stood by and watched in impotent horror at what had been done to Rylan Moore, how he had been made an example of by the Assembly, so they would all know how outlaws were treated, so they would all see the consequences of breaking the cold and unchanging Law.
His death hadn’t been swift, and it hadn’t been merciful. The Expurgari themselves would have approved of what had been done to the disgraced Alpha.
“Ikati Law is immutable, Jenna,” he said softly, still avoiding her gaze. “Adherence to the Law, to the will of the Assembly, is what keeps us together, what allows us to survive in a world that would destroy us. No matter the position of the Ikati who breaks the Law, no matter the transgression itself, punishment follows.”
“Punishment?” she whispered. She took a step back.
“It is forbidden to marry a human,” he said, carefully watching her face. “It is forbidden to have a child with a human. The punishment for this is...” Death. “Imprisonment.”
“Imprisonment?” she repeated, her voice small, like a child’s. “For how long?”
“Forever,” he said simply.
She took this in with a quick inhalation of breath, two spots of pink high on her cheeks. She stared at him, her lips slightly parted, sunlight haloing her hair.
“It wasn’t long for him, however,” he went on because she wasn’t speaking or moving and he had to do something to distract himself from pulling her into his arms. “He refused any food or water, refused to be...caged.”
This was true, still so real in Leander’s mind that he saw Rylan, chained and defiant even in the face of imminent death, shouting at his father and the whole Assembly that they could go straight to hell and he wouldn’t change a thing if he had to do it over.
That had made such an indelible impression on Leander—on the raw edge of eighteen, poised to become Alpha after his own father someday—he often wondered, in the years that followed, what it must be like to love a woman so much you would willingly give your own life to prot
ect her.
With a shock of recognition akin to plunging naked into a lake of icy water, Leander realized he had finally begun to understand.
“So that’s why we were always on the run,” she said, her voice tremulous and too high. “Because their love was forbidden. Because I was forbidden.” She cleared her throat, the pink spots on her cheeks darkening to crimson while the blood seemed to drain away from her skin everywhere else, leaving her pale, ghostly white.
“And all that time, every single day of my childhood, you’re telling me we were running from...you?”
Leander was experienced with women, so he knew, judging from the tone of her voice and the look in her eye, that no matter what he said next, it wouldn’t be the right answer. Nothing he could say would help her pain, anything would fall far short of what she needed.
So he accepted this lack of control like a bitter pill he had no choice but to swallow and spoke the truth.
“Your father was a man of great courage. A man I looked up to, a man of pride and valor and honor. I didn’t agree with what was done to him, but I was young, powerless to change his fate. And the Law is ironclad. What your father did was forbidden. If we allow even one exception, we risk the destruction of our way of life, of our existence. It’s our way. We must live in secret, we must stay together, we must adhere to the Law.”
He drew in a long, slow breath. “Or we must die.”
She stared at him, lips still parted as though she had something hard in her mouth she was unable to chew. He thought he felt a compression about her, as if her skin were tightening over her muscles and bones, as if she were drawing invisible armor around herself.
Her eyes narrowed. “He wasn’t just imprisoned. Was he, Leander? He didn’t just die of natural causes.”
He wanted to lie. God, how he wanted to lie to her. But he couldn’t.
“No.”
Her body went completely still. It didn’t even seem she was breathing. “Say it. Just say it. Tell me what happened.”
“Jenna—”
“Tell me!” she hissed.
The look on her face gave him the kind of pain he imagined someone run through with a sword would feel. For a second he debated with himself, knowing this would be the final nail in his coffin. She’d really hate him after this. But she deserved to know. If the truth was all he could ever give her, even if it meant she’d never speak to him again, so be it.
“He was executed,” he said, low, holding her gaze. Her nostrils flared, but she didn’t move or speak. She waited for him to continue, just watching him with those wide, beautiful eyes. “There were...other things done to him first, but in the end...”
“In the end?” she prompted when he faltered.
He wanted to pull her up hard against him and bury his face in her hair and beg her forgiveness, beg for a chance to somehow make it right. But that was only wishful thinking. He took a breath and steeled himself for what would come.
