The Breaker's Resolution: (YA Paranormal Romance) (Fixed Points Book 4) by Conner Kressley Page B
Authors: Conner Kressley
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up with her. You’ve end up, Owen. It’s over, and she’s not part of it. At least not the part you wanted her to play.” She moved closer to me. “But that doesn’t change the way you feel, and it doesn’t change the way you’re going to feel moving forward. I have to live with you, and I’ll have to live with you long after what happens to her happens.”
“I’m not going to kill her Merrin,” I answered, figuring that particular piece of the prophecy was what she was alluding to. “No matter what happens, no matter what the prophecies say, I’ll never do that to her.”
“Fair enough,” she sighed, but I knew she didn’t really believe me. Merrin had always been a proponent of fate. We all were. And besides, she had seen enough of it come to pass, especially lately, that it seemed unlikely that anything I said could change her mind. So I didn’t try. “Whatever happens, I can’t have it destroying you. Not that I’ve been able to tell from the way we’ve acted, but you’re my husband. And if I sit back and let some horrible thing happen to her, if I don’t even help you try to stop it, then you won’t forgive me for that.”
“This isn’t your fight,” I answered instinctively.
Raising her arm, tattooed like mine, she disagreed. “This makes it my fight. The fact that you’re in it makes it my fight.” She swallowed hard. “I can handle you loving her. I can handle you always loving her. But I can’t handle what you’ll do to us if you blame me. I don’t know if you and I are ever going to have a happy life. A smart man would bet against it. But I do know that if we’re ever going to have even a sliver of a chance, I’m going to have to prove to you-beyond a shadow of a doubt-that we’re on the same side.”
I searched her mind, looking for any hint of betrayal, and came up empty. She meant this, every word of it.
“And what if my side isn’t the Council’s side?” I asked.
“If they wanted me to choose them over you, then they shouldn’t have joined us the way they did,” she answered, coughing again. “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Royce,” I said flatly. “He dosed Sevie with something while he was unconscious. He’s the reason Sevie didn’t wake up naturally after the moon went red.”
I watched Merrin’s face tense up, and felt the anger and apprehension creep up in the back of her mind. It was met with a twinge of curiosity. “Which one is Royce?”
“The cowboy. The Raven,” I answered.
“Right,” she nodded. “I watched him kill the man who killed Allister Leeman while in Cresta’s head. “ She shook her head. “His eyes were strange, and he wasted no time in doing what needed to be done. The Raven is a player in all of this, no doubt. But why would he want to harm Sevie?”
“Maybe because Sevie is Cresta’s perfect?” I suggested. “Maybe he wanted to get him out of the way.’
“I doubt it,” Merrin answered. “The Raven doesn’t hold true to any of our laws. That much is clear. The idea that he’d go through that trouble and risk being exposed to get rid of someone who was nothing more than a figurehead in his, and more importantly Cresta’s viewpoint, doesn’t make any sense.”
Her words stung a little, though I couldn’t tell whether that sensation was coming from her mind or my own. Is that what Sevie had been to Cresta? Is that what Merrin and I were to each other? Figureheads that only mattered in some ancient and obsolete perspective?
“He knew Cresta was going to bring about the bloodmoon. For all we knew, he convinced her it was the only way out. And he also knew that Sevie would react the way he did. Which means he knows why. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.”
My heart fell. Letting Merrin in on Sevie’s secret, the fact that he died at birth and that Mother made a deal with some strange blond apparition to use the shade to bring him back to life, was one thing. She was in my head. It was
“I’m not going to kill her Merrin,” I answered, figuring that particular piece of the prophecy was what she was alluding to. “No matter what happens, no matter what the prophecies say, I’ll never do that to her.”
“Fair enough,” she sighed, but I knew she didn’t really believe me. Merrin had always been a proponent of fate. We all were. And besides, she had seen enough of it come to pass, especially lately, that it seemed unlikely that anything I said could change her mind. So I didn’t try. “Whatever happens, I can’t have it destroying you. Not that I’ve been able to tell from the way we’ve acted, but you’re my husband. And if I sit back and let some horrible thing happen to her, if I don’t even help you try to stop it, then you won’t forgive me for that.”
“This isn’t your fight,” I answered instinctively.
Raising her arm, tattooed like mine, she disagreed. “This makes it my fight. The fact that you’re in it makes it my fight.” She swallowed hard. “I can handle you loving her. I can handle you always loving her. But I can’t handle what you’ll do to us if you blame me. I don’t know if you and I are ever going to have a happy life. A smart man would bet against it. But I do know that if we’re ever going to have even a sliver of a chance, I’m going to have to prove to you-beyond a shadow of a doubt-that we’re on the same side.”
I searched her mind, looking for any hint of betrayal, and came up empty. She meant this, every word of it.
“And what if my side isn’t the Council’s side?” I asked.
“If they wanted me to choose them over you, then they shouldn’t have joined us the way they did,” she answered, coughing again. “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Royce,” I said flatly. “He dosed Sevie with something while he was unconscious. He’s the reason Sevie didn’t wake up naturally after the moon went red.”
I watched Merrin’s face tense up, and felt the anger and apprehension creep up in the back of her mind. It was met with a twinge of curiosity. “Which one is Royce?”
“The cowboy. The Raven,” I answered.
“Right,” she nodded. “I watched him kill the man who killed Allister Leeman while in Cresta’s head. “ She shook her head. “His eyes were strange, and he wasted no time in doing what needed to be done. The Raven is a player in all of this, no doubt. But why would he want to harm Sevie?”
“Maybe because Sevie is Cresta’s perfect?” I suggested. “Maybe he wanted to get him out of the way.’
“I doubt it,” Merrin answered. “The Raven doesn’t hold true to any of our laws. That much is clear. The idea that he’d go through that trouble and risk being exposed to get rid of someone who was nothing more than a figurehead in his, and more importantly Cresta’s viewpoint, doesn’t make any sense.”
Her words stung a little, though I couldn’t tell whether that sensation was coming from her mind or my own. Is that what Sevie had been to Cresta? Is that what Merrin and I were to each other? Figureheads that only mattered in some ancient and obsolete perspective?
“He knew Cresta was going to bring about the bloodmoon. For all we knew, he convinced her it was the only way out. And he also knew that Sevie would react the way he did. Which means he knows why. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.”
My heart fell. Letting Merrin in on Sevie’s secret, the fact that he died at birth and that Mother made a deal with some strange blond apparition to use the shade to bring him back to life, was one thing. She was in my head. It was
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