How The Warrior Fell (Falling Warriors series Book 1) (23 page)

“You will have our cousin go with you, but not me? Why?”

“You are needed here.”

Xavier met Tristan’s eyes calmly when Tristan slammed his hand flat on the table in a quick moment of anger. His brother braced his hands on the table and leaned forward into Xavier’s space. “You’re lying,” Tristan accused through clenched teeth.

Xavier’s eyes flashed with fire before he flew out of his seat, grabbing hold of Tristan’s neck and shoving him down so his cheek pressed against the wood.

“You disobey me!” Xavier bellowed. “You want what is mine, always!”

Tristan struggled against his hand, but Xavier held firm, digging his elbow between Tristan’s shoulder blades. “You don’t think I see the way you look at her?” Xavier seethed, jerking Tristan up roughly and throwing him away from him. “You will never have what I have, Tristan. Ever.”

“What exactly do you think you have?” Tristan yelled back furiously, stalking back to Xavier until they were nose to nose. “You have nothing! She feels
nothing
for you!”

Xavier shoved Tristan out of his space. “And she feels for you?”

“She feels more for me than she ever will you! I don’t treat her like my slave! I do not force myself on her as you do.” Tristan glared down at him in disgust. “If it weren’t for me, she would have escaped you the night you left to scout. She wouldn’t have been able to save you, and she wouldn’t have lost the baby because you were too weak to protect her in the first place.”

Xavier eyes turned cold, and before Tristan could protect himself, he pulled back his arm and punched Tristan in the jaw, blood instantly spurting from his mouth. Tristan went flying back until he crashed down to the floor.

Xavier stood staring down at a groaning Tristan, his breaths coming out of him in big pants through his nose. He clenched his fists tightly with the effort it took to hold him back from attacking his brother again.

Tristan pushed himself up with one hand, standing unsteadily as he wiped the blood from under his lip. He chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head.

“She’s going to destroy you,” Tristan panted, looking up at Xavier. “And you will fall, in every way. But she will never want you the way you want her.”

Tristan slowly walked by him, pausing when he was halfway out of the tent. “She will never love you,” he promised quietly.

Xavier waited until Tristan was gone before he flipped over the table, screaming with his rage.

Deydrey was going into season. It was the only way to explain her attitude.

“We have to make sure she stays away from the males. Especially Killix.”

Namoriee grinned at that, which caused Leawyn to glower at her.

“I don’t know why you’re smiling. I’m serious,” Leawyn grumbled, pulling her hand away from Deydrey’s stomach and quickly stepping back when the mare raised her hind leg as if to kick her.

“Oh, I think it would be quite exciting if Killix was the sire,” Namoriee said as she led Deydrey behind her while they walked. Her enthusiasm was as contagious as the big smile that lit her face.

Leawyn could clearly see why Tyronian was so smitten with the sixteen-year-old. She was beautiful, and good, but with just enough defiance that would keep Tyronian from completely controlling her. Leawyn smirked at the thought. It was mean, but she couldn’t wait until Tyronian tried to claim Namoriee. She almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

“Right. Just what we need, another Killix,” Leawyn scoffed, dodging Garnette’s small body as she ran past them, Castic quick on her heels, yelling after her as Garnette laughed.

Namoriee grinned at her lady chief. “Maybe it will take after Deydrey.”

They both stopped, watching as Killix pranced around with his rope halter in his mouth, taunting the stable boy as he rushed to try and get it back.

They both turned and looked at each other simultaneously.

“It better,” Leawyn deadpanned. “We’ll have to separate them, I think.”

Namoriee nodded in agreement. “I’ll put her in the front pasture, the one that is behind your hut so it will be easier to keep an eye on her. If that pleases you?”

Leawyn smiled. “Namoriee, how many times have I told you? Yes, I am your lady chief, but I am also your friend. No need to sound so formal.” She smiled wider at the blush that quickly covered Namoriee’s cheeks. “You go ahead and put Deydrey in while I go and try to find Xavier so he knows where to find Killix.”

“Yes, Lady Chief,” Namoriee mumbled, still embarrassed as she quickly lead Deydrey away.

Leawyn laughed quietly under her breath as she walked in the opposite direction to find Xavier.

“Your stupid horse is going to get my mare pregnant.”

Xavier paused in tying his sword strap to his waist and raised his scarred eyebrow, the only sign he allowed to show his amusement at Leawyn’s aggravated proclamation as she threw herself down on their bed.

He continued getting dressed. “How do you know it will be my stupid horse?”

Leawyn slapped her hands down on the pallets and lifted herself up, giving him an unimpressed look before flopping back down, which caused Xavier to chuckle.

Giving his scabbard one final jerk, he made his way to his wife, leaning his massive body against the table by their bed and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Are you certain she’s in season?” Even before he finished, Leawyn was nodding.

“She’s moody, she’s winking, and Killix won’t leave her alone.” Leawyn paused, grinning. “Well, more than usual, at least,” she added.

Xavier smirked, but his face quickly sobered as he studied her. She was still as beautiful as the moment he laid eyes on her, but everyday it was as if her beauty enhanced. No longer did she wear her tribe’s clothing, and instead covered herself in the usual Izayges female garb. Her long hair was pulled high away from her face, tied by a small leather strip.

Xavier found he didn’t like it.

Without fully realizing his body was in motion, he strode over to her, snagged her wrists, and pulled her to her feet until she was flush against his chest—all in one swift move.

He ignored the flinch she gave when he raised his hand to her cheek. He stroked the soft skin there before his hands tangled in her hair and pulled, releasing the leather strip until her sun-kissed curls tumbled down her back and over her shoulders, creating a halo around her heart-shaped face.

His wife closed her eyes, taking a breath as he ran his fingers through the strands. She moved so their stance was reversed. He shifted when she leaned her weight forward until his lips brushed hers. She kept pressing forward, following his body as his back met their bed.

With a sharp nip from him on her bottom lip, Leawyn opened her mouth for him. She let out a soft moan when his tongue brushed against hers. Pulling away from her, Xavier leaned up onto his knees and pulled the strap of the scabbard he had just put on, throwing it away from him carelessly. The swords made a clang when they landed on the floor. He tugged her to him again.

Leawyn met him halfway and started a trail of kisses from his ear to his neck. Xavier felt his body shudder in response, which seemed to encourage her as she brushed her fingers over the buttons of his tunic, popping them open one by one. She pushed it completely off his shoulders until it came free, her fingers moving to his breeches.

“You’re getting bold, little girl.” There was a slight growl in his voice, but his body was responding to her hesitant touches.

“You seem to enjoy it,” Leawyn whispered against his lips before pressing hers against his again, taking them.

He traced his calloused fingers up her back, his nails scratching against her soft skin until he stopped at her neck.

Suddenly, he dug his hand into her hair and pulled back sharply. She let out a whimper and looked up at him. His eyes bore into hers seriously, but he felt a smirk tugging on his lips.

“You forget who’s in charge, Leawyn.”

“I didn’t—”

“You have. But I’m going make damn sure that you don’t again.”

So, he did.

L
EAWYN WAS SILENT,
but Xavier found he didn’t mind. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, stopping, and then repeating the process.

Leawyn was lax and sweet against him, and it caused a tug against his rib cage he ignored. He could feel her about to slip into a relaxed sleep when he broke the silence.

“I am leaving again, to visit another tribe. I should be back in a week’s time.”

“A week?” she replied, brow furrowing. “But the only tribe that far away is—”

He felt her tense, and he tightened the grip he had on her hair to still her when she tried to raise herself up to look at him.

“You’re staying here.”

It was a command.

He felt her tears against his skin. It caused that uncomfortable feeling to tug at his chest again.

“Xavier, please,” she begged softly, her tears causing her voice to crack. “Let me go with you.”

“No.” Xavier untangled his hand and pushed himself off the bed to get dressed again. He stiffened when he felt her small hand grab his wrist, clutching it tightly. Slowly, he turned his head to glare down at her. She was on her knees, her hair over her right shoulder, leaving her naked left breast exposed to his eyes.

“It’s my home. I haven’t seen anyone—” She stopped, swallowing and collecting herself. “Please, Xavier. I’m begging you.”

Xavier tugged himself from her weak grasp. He bent and grabbed her neck, lifting her off the bed and towering over her. He squeezed his fingers around her neck slowly, giving just enough pressure to make it uncomfortable, but not enough to make it painful. Yet.

“This,” Xavier hissed furiously down at her, “is your home.” He squeezed harder, and her hand flew up to grab his wrist, tugging it weakly. “
I’m
 your home.” With a sneer, he shoved her away from him and leaned back.

“Rhoxolani is not your home. Not anymore.”

Xavier turned away from her and resumed dressing. He was buckling his sword to his hip again, when she spoke softly.

“I’ll do anything.”

He slowly turned his head to look at her. She met his eyes bravely, resolutely, despite the tears coursing down both her cheeks and chin.

“What?” Xavier asked, his voice low. He turned around to give her his full attention.

“I’ll do anything,” she said again, flinching when he stalked back to her slowly, like a predator.

“Say it again,” Xavier ordered, looking down at her.

“I’ll do anything,” she repeated, her voice firmer. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Just let me go with you. Let me go ho—” She cut herself off, and he narrowed his eyes at her. Swallowing nervously, she tried again. “Let me go with you, to my old tribe. Take me with you, please, husband.”

Xavier was silent as he studied her. He tilted her chin up with his thumb. “Why? You have nothing left there.”

Leawyn’s lip trembled, but she didn’t try and correct him. “I would like to see the sea again,” she whispered. “I miss the smell of the ocean, of the seagulls squawking, and the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs.”

Xavier kept his narrowed eyes on her own, trying to find untruth in her words.