Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

well. Why would I show gratitude to people for giving me what's already mine?"
    When he began dousing the lanterns, she said, "And why didn't you tell them I'm wed to you?"
    After all she'd put up with, he wouldn't even acknowledge her as his queen? She couldn't help recalling Omort's words. How disappointed the demon must be. . . .
    Was Rydstrom shamed to claim her as his wife? "People will find out. You might as well admit that we're wed."
    "Sabine, we're both injured and exhausted," he said, capturing her hand and dragging her down to the bed' ding. "We'll speak of this tomorrow."
    Sabine was out of sorts in every way. They'd been less than four hours from reaching this place; maybe they could have done without her meltdown. No, she should still be furious with him over her treatment and her continued captivity-Damn it, is he embarrassed of me?
    She'd noticed two things when she'd slept with him during the last couple of nights. When he wrapped his arms around her, he clasped her as tightly as he would his most treasured prize. And whenever he did that, she fell into a deep numb sleep.
    Sabine welcomed it now. The heat from his body was so palpable, it seemed to stroke her in the dark. The world soon fell away.. . .
    She woke in the night, blinking her eyes to find him watching her, his face so weary.
    "No more bad dreams, love."
    Had he seen her dream? She didn't remember it-
    He pressed his lips to her hair. "You're safe, now." He eased his hand to her face so slowly, touching her cheek with the softest caress she'd ever received. It was almost as if he'd practiced how not to startle her.
    Her last thought before sleep claimed her once more: If I'm not careful, I could get used to having a demon husband. . . .

    31
    "Retro-Amish. How . . . charming," she said when Rydstrom brought her changes of clothing the next morning. He was relieved to see that her face and body had healed overnight.
    Though she'd just awakened, he'd already bathed in nearby hot springs, dressed in new clothes, and met with the head noblemen, who were all too eager to turn over the governing-and the problems-of the camp to him.
    They'd been rife with curiosity about Sabine. Was she the king's concubine or prisoner or both!
    Rydstrom wouldn't volunteer anything, just commanded that while she was not to be freed, she was to be shown the utmost respect- and that everyone here be apprised of that order.
    Sabine gave a nod at the clothes. "Let me guess- from Durinda?"
    "Yes, they're courtesy of her." After Rydstrom's meet' ing, the demoness had guided him around camp, with the boy Puck following. He was an orphan that Durinda hoped to foster in the future. Though the demoness clearly knew Rydstrom, he couldn't seem to place her. But she was friendly enough, and the boy reminded him of Cadeon at that age. The exact age my brother was when I sent him away.
    "Durinda-and many others-noted your lack of clothing last night. They favor more conservative garments."
    Since last night, word of Sabine and Rydstrom's identity had spread to the entire populace.
    The people were uneasy about the sorceress within their midst, even as they gazed at him with . .
    . hope. They thought he was going to make their lives better.
    The responsibility weighed on him. Everywhere he looked he saw work that needed to be done. And food was growing scarce here. All the game in the area was depleted, and hunters were having to go farther afield, which put them at risk for other dangers.
    He wished he had someone to speak with about this. He wished he had Sabine to speak with.
    But they'd had only had one real conversation.
    "Conservative garments, Rydstrom? Don't you mean stodgy?"
    "Call it what you will."
    "You don't seem as angry as you'd been last night," she observed. "Not still bristling about the baby-or lack thereof?"
    Rydstrom had repeatedly mulled over the night before. At the time, he'd thought she was worried about him, Now he suspected he'd heard and seen things that weren't there, wanting her to be anxious for him, to
    give a damn about him. "I wasn't angry about that, but about the deception. And I've since become glad that you aren't."
    "Is that so?" she asked, her tone disbelieving.
    "I know little of children or of the starting of families, but I figure there should be no hatred between the parents."

    "Rydstrom, I don't hate you."
    "You did last night."
    "Last night I was furious. Look, whether I deserved the last two days or not, they've still been very