"He's never asked any questions about you or your family," Galene said as she rejoined them. "Not even your name."
Fain didn't know why, but that hurt more than anything. "I see. We'll keep this strictly military, then. I'll stay out of both your ways, and you can contact me whenever you need me to relay orders to the Phrixians. Darling Cruel you can deal with directly. He has no problem taking orders from a female, as Jayne has bossed him around for years, and broke him in when he was young. If you need to contact one of his commanders, you can text me and I'll forward the orders. Most of The Tavali shouldn't have any problem with you. If they do give you any trouble, forward their names and I'll tell you who they answer to. You can easily deal with their four primary commanders, and if it helps, Ryn Cruel--Darling's older brother--is the son of Hermione Dane. She's the leader of the Wasternum, and she sits at the head of the UTC."
"UTC?"
"Universal Tavali Council. She goes by Kirren and you will need that name to get through to her. It's her code name, reserved only for those closest to her. All The Tavali operate that way. It's how we keep outsiders and spies from knowing anything about us."
Talyn narrowed his gaze on him. "What name do you use? Faithless?"
Fain let the insult go. "I don't. I'm what's called a rogue."
"And that is?"
He returned Talyn's glare with an equally cold look. "Someone with no family or country allegiance. What Andarions affectionately call an Outcast, only The Tavali don't try to kill us on sight."
Galene glanced away as she caught the pain that flashed into Fain's eyes. She shouldn't care.
At all. And yet she did.
Because I used to love him.
Maybe. And maybe it was because Talyn favored him so much that it was her love of her son that made her more sympathetic to the man he took after.
Yeah, she'd go with that, for now.
Fain tapped at his ear. "Yeah?" he said to whomever was calling. He waited several seconds before he spoke again. "We'll be right there." He met her gaze. "Your guard is on board and waiting with my crew. If you two are ready, we can be on our way."
As they started for the door, Talyn tapped his ear. "Hey, is something wrong?" He placed his finger against the link and frowned as he listened intently. He led them out to the hallway. "You need me to call for you?"
Fain duplicated Talyn's frown in a disturbingly similar manner. "Is he okay?"
Galene nodded as they headed for the lifts. "He's talking to Felicia."
"How do you know?"
"The warm concern in his voice and the amount of concentration he's giving the caller. The gentleness of his tone. He only talks to her like that." She led them into the lift.
"Honey, listen, if you need me to, I don't mind. I've still got a few before we're at the bay." Talyn completely ignored everyone else as he followed them in. "Yeah, okay. But if they give you any problem at all, let me know and I'll deal with them. I mean it. No one disregards you like that. Ever. I will totally bust their asses for it."
His features softened and he closed his eyes as if he was savoring whatever she was saying to him. "Yeah, me, too. I'll check in when I can. Stay safe." He lowered his hand and turned instantly stern again.
"Is everything all right?" Galene asked.
He gave a curt military nod before he elaborated. "The pool monitors went out and the company was harassing Lish because her name isn't on the account. She wanted to make sure it was okay to add herself to it." A fierce tic started in his jaw.
Fain pulled Galene aside in the lobby while the others went to the transports. "Why's he so angry about a pool company?"
She gave him a dry stare. "Why do you think, Fain? He can't pledge marriage or legally contract a mistress. So he, who is the second-highest-ranking member of the Andarion military, is forced to be bound by curfew and barracks restrictions. The only way to keep him out of a barracks is if he lives with the commander he serves ... his own mother. Meanwhile, the mistress he has an unofficial contract with is left to tend his home with companies that don't want to deal with either of them because they both lack paternal lineage."
"Why doesn't he get out of the military, then?"
"And do what? He's the bastard son of a disinherited War Hauk. Who would hire him or deal with him in the private sector? The fighting schools wouldn't even allow him, the Iron Hammer, to train other fighters."
"Then allow me to adopt him. As his father, I can give him full protection of the royal house. He'd be an eton Anatole then, and no one would dare to look him in the eye, never mind say anything unkind to him."
"I will gladly allow it. But it's not up to me, is it? And it won't undo all the humiliation he's been put through since birth. You were raised with two of the most prestigious bloodlines on all of Andaria flowing through your veins. Andarions gravitated toward you in school. Everyone wanted to be your friend."
She jerked her chin toward Talyn, who was waiting for them on the curb. "With my noble family lineage and yours in his veins, he should have been a higher caste than even you were growing up. Instead, he was spat on and laughed at. Denied and degraded by those who aren't even fit to be speaking directly to him. I'm not the one you need to win over, Fain. He is."
Fain ground his teeth as Galene left him to join their son. She was right. He could see the way the other Andarions looked at Talyn. Even though he was a titled champion and their commander, they still showed their contempt for him. Something they would have never dared to do to a War Hauk.
"You okay?"
He nodded as Dancer joined him. Then he shook his head. "I can't believe I screwed over my own son."
"You didn't know."
"It doesn't change anything, does it?"
Dancer sighed. "I'm sorry, Fain."
So was he. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Find out who this Felicia is that he's contracted with." Maybe she could give him some insight into Talyn.
The one thing he'd learned over the years was that any male's weakness was always the female he loved. Talyn might hate him, but he would listen to her.
If Fain could win her over, he might be able to start building a relationship with Talyn. It was at least worth a try.
"Do you have her full name?" Dancer asked.
"No. She's living in Talyn's condo. That's all I know about her."
"Oh well, by all means, make it easy on me, why don't you?"
He gave his brother an irritated smirk. "If I knew more about her, I wouldn't be asking you for information. I'd find it myself."
Dancer fanged him. "You really suck as a brother."
"Yeah, well, you should have to deal with mine."
Rolling his eyes, Dancer got in behind Talyn, who sat beside his mother.
Fain sat across from them.
While they rode, he noted the way Talyn kept checking his link and biting back a smile while he covertly texted with his female.
Yeah, his son loved her. Dearly. She was the key to his heart.
And sadly, both Galene and Talyn, the two beings who hated him most, were the keys to his.
While he'd regretted much of his life, there was nothing he regretted more than having walked away from them. But he'd had no choice. Had he stayed, Dancer would have been killed.
His brother still bore those scars that had forced his hand.
Now ...
I will make this right. He had no idea how, but he would find a way. Even if it killed him.
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About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. More than 60 million of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
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First Edition: September 2014
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