Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge

we were getting married?” Her big blue eyes glistened with tears. “Because if the offer still stands... ”
    Conrad exhaled. “We can speak of this later. When you’re feeling better.”

    “Wh-what do you mean?” Néomi asked, beginning to cry harder.
    “Listen to me—shh, love.” He sounded like she was tormenting him. “All of this is my fault. The demons will keep coming. If they find out you’re alive, they’ll never stop.”
    Relief flooded her, and her tears eased. If that was all he was worried about... “Then keep me safe. I’ll never leave here without you. I learned my lesson. I’ll stay inside the protection.”
    “I can’t do this. Néomi, I... I love you. Far too much to see you hurt again.”
    He’d said he loved her. As soon as she realized she didn’t have to dread hearing those words, it dawned on her that she’d truly been reborn.
    We’re going to be together... .
    “And you could... you could do so much better than me,” Conrad continued, having no idea that this was as good as decided. “You have your whole life in front of you—why should I think to be the one to intrude on it?”
    “Do better? And precisely what’s wrong with the man I love?”
    “The man you love,” he murmured, obviously enjoying hearing that. But then he seemed to force himself to explain, “I’ll never walk in the sun with you or share a meal. The Kapsliga and other enemies will continue to dispatch killers. And I’m still not one hundred percent... right in the head.”
    She rose up out of the water to her knees and laid her hands on the sides of his face. “I like my pale skin and never share my food anyway. And we’ll be ready for the Kapsliga. As for your mind, you’ll keep getting better each day just as you had been.”
    “I took your neck. I could have killed you.”
    “But you didn’t hurt me. Conrad, I loved it.”
    “Then why were you so angry?”
    “Because Nïx told me that the day anyone learned how I came back was the day I would die. I couldn’t tell you. I wanted to so much! When you took my blood, I thought you might be able to learn of it through my memories. I thought I’d been doomed to die even sooner.”
    He lowered his forehead to hers. “Néomi, I had no idea.”
    “Now, let me see your arm.” When he frowned, she said, “You vowed that from the instant that mark healed, you’d make me your wife.”
    He drew back. “But that was before you... died. Again.”
    “It doesn’t matter.” She unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers. “Don’t Wroths always keep their vows?”
    When he shrugged from his shirt, she began tugging off the bandage. He swallowed, just before she revealed... smooth, healed skin.
    He exhaled, defeated. “Néomi, I’ll wed you at the earliest opportunity if you’ll take a chance on me. I never want to be apart from you again.”
    “Even if I’m just a mortal?”
    “I want you with me forever. I’ll find a way to keep you with me—you have to know that.” He pulled the ring from his pants pocket.
    She cast him a watery smile to see it. “I do so love that ring.” As he slid it on her finger again, she said, “And I love the man attached to it. Do you know how difficult it was to return it to you at the ballet?”
    “About as difficult as it was to accept it back?”
    “I’m so sorry, mon coeur. I had no choice. How could I promise a future I knew I didn’t have? But now I can say how proud I’d be to marry you.”
    “Néomi, even if there was nothing to divide us, I... I fear I’ll only disappoint you. I’ll do the wrong thing or hurt your feelings. This won’t come overnight—just know that I’ll try not to.”
    “That’s all I ask for.” She frowned. “Actually, that’s not all. I want us to live here, Conrad. Would you ever want to? Can we buy Elancourt from your brother?”
    “I’ll buy you an estate wherever you wish. Are you sure you want to be here? You were murdered here—how could you not be constantly reminded of it?”
    “I’ve been here for eighty years. I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, if I hadn’t been killed, I wouldn’t have you. You told me you would’ve helped the Russian plunge his sword to be with me—I would’ve run into Louis’s blade for a chance with you.”
    His brows drew together, the intensity of his emotion seeming to boil over. He kissed her then, a scalding possession. When they broke away, gasping, he rasped, “We’ll stay. But only if I get to bring