In Death 18 - Divided in Death

nothing that happened to me.”
    He paused a long, long moment. “I can live with that.” He saw her eyes go dark, and dead. “But you can’t. So . . .”
    He snapped the disc in two, then shoved the pieces into the recycle slot.
    She only stared, and in the silence there was only the sound of her own shaky breaths. “You . . . you’re letting it go.”
    He looked down at the slot and knew his rage would never be so easily destroyed. He’d live with it, and the impotence that walked with it, the whole of his life. “If I did anything else it would be for myself, not for you. Hardly a point in that. So yes, I’m letting it go.”
    Her stomach fluttered, but she managed to nod. “Good. That’s good. Best.”
    “So it seems. End lockdown.” His cool order had the shields going up, and the light pouring in the windows. “I’ll give you some time later this morning, but I need to see to some matters. If you’ll close the door on your way out.”
    “Sure. Okay.” She started out, then pressed a hand on the door to brace herself. “You think I don’t know, that I don’t understand what that cost you. But you’re wrong.” She couldn’t keep her voice steady, gave up trying. “You’re wrong, Roarke. I do know. There’s no one else in the world who would want, who would need to kill for me. No one else in the world who would step back from it because I asked it. Because I needed it.”
    She turned, and the first tear spilled over. “No one but you.”
    “Don’t. You’ll do me in if you cry.”
    “I never in my life expected anyone would love me, all of me. How would I deserve that? What would I do with it? But you do. Everything we’ve managed to have together, to be to each other, this is more. I’ll never be able to find the words to tell you what you just gave me.”
    “You undo me, Eve. Who else would make me feel like a hero for doing nothing.”
    “You did everything. Everything. Are everything.” Mira was right, again. Love, that strange and terrifying entity, was the answer after all. “Whatever there is, whatever happened to me, or how it comes back on me, you have to know, you need to know that what you did here gave me more peace than I ever thought I’d find. You have to know that I can face anything knowing you love me.”
    “Eve.” He stepped away from the slot, away from what was gone. And toward her, toward what mattered. “I can’t do anything but love you.”
    Her vision blurred as she ran, wrapped herself around him. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”
    He pressed his face to her shoulder, breathed her. Felt the world steady again. “I’m sorry.”
    “No, no, no.” She clung, then eased back only to take his face in her hands. “I see you. I know you. I love you.”
    She watched the emotion storm into his eyes before she pressed her lips to his.
    “It was like the world was off a step,” he murmured. “Nothing quite in time when I couldn’t really touch you.”
    “Touch me now.”
    He smiled, stroked her hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
    “I know, but touch me. I need to feel close to you again.” She turned her lips back to his. “I need you, and I need so bad, so bad to show you.”
    “In bed then.” He circled her toward the elevator. “In our bed.”
    When the elevator doors closed, she pressed against him, strained.
    “Gently now.” He ran his hands down her sides, then boosted her into his arms. “You’re bruised.”
    “I don’t feel bruised anymore.”
    “All the same. You look so delicate.” When her brow creased, he laughed and dropped a kiss on it. “That wasn’t an insult.”
    “Sounds like one, but I’m going to let it pass.”
    “You look pale,” he continued as he walked off the elevator into the bedroom. “And a bit fragile. There are tears on your lashes yet, and shadows under your eyes. Do you know how I love your eyes, your long golden eyes, Eve. My darling Eve.”
    “They’re brown.”
    “I like the way they watch me.” He laid her on the bed. “There are tears still in them.” He kissed them closed. “It kills me when you cry. A strong woman’s tears can cut a man to ribbons faster than a knife.”
    He was soothing her, seducing her, with words and those patient hands. It amazed her that a man of his energy, his needs, could be so patient. Violent and cold, tender and warm. The contradictions of him, the whole of him that meshed, somehow, with the whole of her.
    “Roarke.” She bowed up,