[Southern Arcana 2.0] Crossroads (21 page)
Her eyes snapped open as a second orgasm shook through her, and she leaned forward to bite his chin.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. “Derek—” He wanted to hold on. For minutes, for hours…
Forever.
His body betrayed him with her next whimpering cry, and the world swam in hazy pleasure as he came with her name on his lips.
Nick wrapped her arms around him and tucked her head against his shoulder. It took a while for her to speak, and she still sounded breathless. “Will you stay tonight?” It would prolong the agony, but he didn’t know how to say no. So he stroked her hair back and prayed he’d be strong enough to walk away in the morning. “Of course.” 116
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They were keeping her sister in a fucking dungeon.
Nick plastered a bland look on her face. She couldn’t afford to have the guards report her reactions to the Conclave, not if she expected them to believe she was approaching the entire matter as a rational member of their society and not an angry, emotional sister.
Michelle saw through her. Her tiny smile was tired but real. “They let us stay together. Thank you for making that happen.”
Aaron wore the carefully impassive expression he’d cultivated over years of service to the Conclave.
Nick touched his arm. “I’ll be back tomorrow. I may not know anything yet, but I’ll be by to visit.”
“Thank you, Nicole.” His gaze found hers. For one brief moment, she saw that same resignation from the day at the safe house, the day he’d told her he was going to die. “Do you think you could talk your father into sending down some fruit for Michelle?”
“Aaron.” Michelle gave him an exasperated look. “I’m not sure pregnancy cravings are top priority at the moment.”
“I’ll ask Mrs. Maglieri.” Enrica would be flattered by the deference. “I’ll take care of it.” One of the guards nodded to her, and Nick stifled a sigh. “I have to go now. Sleep well tonight.” She didn’t wait for an answer, and both guards flanked her as she headed for the door. It swung open to reveal not only Mahalia but also a tall man loitering nervously in the hallway. He looked like Alec, only older and softer, and Nick wanted to run in the opposite direction. “Mr. Jacobson.”
“Nicole.” He rubbed a hand over his hair and smiled at her. “It’s so nice to see you back in New York.”
It’s nice to be here.
The expected words hung in her throat, and she couldn’t resist a subtle dig.
“Thank you. Alec sends his regards.”
The barb hit. He stiffened and shot a dirty look at Mahalia, who favored him with a sweet smile. “So I’ve been told.”
“He’s a good friend.” Nick ignored her own revulsion and took his hand in hers, patting it. “Like the brother I never had.”
“Oh. That’s…” His smile turned sickly. “I promised Jorge I’d meet him for dinner, so I have to run.
Good luck with your…petition.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jacobson.”
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He rallied enough for one last retort. “I’m sure you’ll be joining us for dinner tomorrow night at the Ochoas’ penthouse. Jorge’s sons were looking forward to seeing you again.” The reminder of her true worth in their society brought goose bumps to her flesh. “They’re charming men,” she managed to say, “just like their father.”
She didn’t wait for him to respond. When she turned away, Mahalia grasped her arm. “Come on, honey. I’m taking you back to your daddy’s place.”
“It’s not far, May. I can manage on my own.”
“Shush.” They reached the end of the hall, and Mahalia called the elevator. “You need a break from the maneuvering, and I need a friendly face.”
They didn’t speak again until they’d made it up to the ground floor, through the lobby and out into the fading sunlight. A breeze whipped some of Nick’s hair free of its awkwardly secured bun, and she gripped Mahalia’s arm tightly. “I thought it would be hard.”
“What?”
“Coming back here.” Except that wasn’t quite right. “No. I wondered if I’d even remember how things worked up here, but it’s like second nature.”
Mahalia huffed. “First nature is more like it. Good or bad, you were raised in this, Nicole. This is what you know.”
“I guess.” People hurried past them as they strolled down the street toward the park. “It sucks to realize I belong with a bunch of power-hungry vultures.”
“Didn’t say you belonged here.” Mahalia wrinkled her nose. “I think you belong down in Louisiana with that boy of yours, and the quicker you can get back, the better.” Nick shouldn’t have been so damn cold in a long-sleeved shirt and blazer. “I’m not going back to New Orleans, May.”
Mahalia stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and grasped Nick’s shoulders. “You can’t mean that.” It was the one thing she hadn’t let herself consider, but it had become tragically apparent after only a few hours in New York. The other Conclave members weren’t interested in any agreement she made with Enrica. Most of them had strong sons who wanted to lead, and much more to gain from having them married into the Peyton line than from having Nick out of the way. It was a more traditional route to power than scrambling after the end of a former Alpha’s legacy, and Conclave members could be depended on to prefer tradition over nearly anything else.
Nick had no choice but to go along with it. Her agreement with Enrica meant nothing if the rest of the Conclave refused to support it, and the only way to leverage a better outcome for Michelle was to have them all vying for her favor. They’d go out of their way to please her if it meant she might accept a marriage proposal, and that potential for leniency offered the best chance Michelle and Aaron had at happiness.
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Mahalia was still staring at her, bewildered, and Nick averted her eyes. “Going back to Louisiana isn’t an option for me. That’s what Alec’s dad was talking about when he mentioned Ochoa’s sons. My value here is tied to marriage. To—to breeding. It’s the only thing I have to bargain with.” Mahalia ground her teeth together. “Did you tell Derek Gabriel that?” If she’d known what she’d have to do, she could have given him that truth. In her more selfish moments, she was glad she hadn’t known, hadn’t had to tell him and see the look in his eyes when he understood she’d soon belong to another man. “I told him not to wait for me.”
“And when he hears you’ve married someone else?”
“That isn’t fair, May. I ended it.” Pain lanced through Nick, and her throat burned. “
We
ended it. I didn’t lie to Derek, and I didn’t make him any promises. He knows I—he—” She couldn’t cry on the street a block from the Conclave’s headquarters. She
wouldn’t
. “Can we talk about it later?” The older woman’s stricken expression hurt to see, and Nick looked away again, just in time to see a dark limousine pull to a stop beside them. She tensed instinctively, but the back window slid down to reveal her father’s face.
He smiled, the expression tired. “How’s your sister?”
“Better since she found out they’re letting Aaron stay with her.” She eyed the car. “Were you going in or headed home?”
“I’m headed home, if you’d like to ride with me.” Her father’s gaze flickered to Mahalia. “Ms. Tate, I hope you’ll join us as well.”
“I’d be happy to. Nicole and I should finish our conversation, after all.”
You mean you you’re not finished chastising me for breaking Derek’s heart.
“Climb in, May.” When they’d both settled onto the seats, Nick leaned against the headrest. “Alec’s father was in there.
He’s more than a little upset that his kid has no interest in trying to win my hand.”
“Alec’s involvement in the situation hasn’t won his father any points with Jorge. He’s in danger of falling out of favor, and it’s made him desperate.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Calmly discussing Conclave matters in front of Mahalia would only incense her further, but Nick couldn’t help it. “How long do you think I can make them wait before I decide which one to marry?”
Her father tapped his fingers on the seat in an absent-minded gesture. “I think that depends on whether you have one of the sons in mind. Luciano’s the least qualified for leadership, but it could be argued that makes him a better candidate as a husband.”
Mahalia made a choked noise. Nick ignored her as the splintering pain in her chest grew in intensity.
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“Knowing who you’ll choose isn’t the same as making the choice. I don’t think you should string them along at all. Defer the decision to me.” His lips twisted in something that almost looked like distaste.
“They can excuse me from making the decision while my other daughter’s fate hangs in the balance, of course.”
“This is bullshit.” Mahalia ground out the words. “You’re trading one girl’s freedom for the other’s.” Her father tensed, and Nick leaned forward. “Stop it, May. It’s my
choice
.”
“Not when there aren’t any alternatives,” she argued. “John, how can you let her walk away from the man she loves for this kind of—of servitude?”
Nick froze. She hadn’t told her father about her feelings for Derek, and it was the one thing she’d hoped he’d never discover.
“Nicole?” Just her name, but there was no mistaking the command in it.
I don’t love him.
She tried to force out the words, but they tasted of betrayal. She fought back tears and whispered, “I made a choice.” Her vision blurred with tears, at once sudden and the culmination of days of misery. “I left him, because I made a
choice
.” Her father pressed a button on his armrest and a speaker crackled to life. “Paul, could you pull over for a minute, please?” He didn’t wait for a reply, just lifted his hand as the car rolled to a graceful stop.
“Ms. Tate, I hope you’ll pardon my inexcusable rudeness in asking if you can walk the last block on your own. I need to have a private discussion with my daughter.”
She opened the door and touched Nick’s hand. “Nicole—”
“I know.” She tried to breathe through her tears. “You just don’t understand.” The door slammed behind Mahalia. Nick’s father turned to her and held out both arms. She fell into them, into the same strong embrace that had comforted her as a child. “I’m okay. I can do this.”
“Shh.” Strong fingers stroked over her hair. “You should have told me, Nicole. I understand what’s at stake, but that just makes it more important for you to tell me the truth.” She swallowed a sob. “I didn’t want you to know. This is hard enough.” He rubbed her back gently. “I wish I could tell you there’s an easy solution. I’m still looking for the leverage I need, but the incident with your friend and Charles Talbot has left the Conclave unusually united on the Seer issue.”
The truth was stark. Terrifying. “I’m the only leverage you
have
.” He didn’t lie. “Maybe. But if there’s any way to stall long enough to find more, we’ll do it.” To hold on to that hope only to have it dashed would be unbearable. Nick sat back in her seat. “I’ll make it clear you’re the one who’ll choose my husband. Each one will find in favor of Michelle and possibly even Aaron, just on the off-chance you’ll choose his son. His family.”
“Most likely.” Her father pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her. “Noah’s the only one without a son to throw at you. It’s going to infuriate him, but he can’t stop it.” 120
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“That still leaves three members eager to make an alliance.” She looked out the window. “When the time comes, I’ll choose Luciano. I like him, and we respect and understand each other.”
“I think he would make the best husband. I think he’d be…sympathetic to your responsibility to your sister.”
A vise tightened painfully around her heart. “You mean we’d both be doing it because we love Michelle.”
The car slowed to a stop in front of the hotel that housed her father’s penthouse. “Even with all of this, Nicole, it may not be enough to buy Aaron a reprieve. Their prejudice works in your sister’s favor, because she’s young and sheltered and in their minds may not have known better. But Aaron broke the oaths he made to the Conclave. He committed treason.”
“No.” It wasn’t an option. “If they kill Aaron, we may as well let them keep Michelle locked up for the rest of her life.”
“Aaron disagrees. Vehemently, I might add.”
“Of course he does. He can’t think about leaving her behind, miserable and hopeless, so he’s convinced himself she’s going to be fine without him.”
“Sometimes we lose the people we love, Nicole. We go on because other people need us.” His voice turned firm. “Because our children need us. Consider that before you condemn your future nephew to being born in a jail cell.”
She bristled and barely managed to check her growl. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to fight Michelle’s imprisonment. But we need to find a way to save Aaron too.”
“We’ll try.” Her father fixed her with a stern look. “I don’t like the realities of the situation any better than you do, but ignoring them won’t help your sister, and it won’t help Aaron.”
“This is exhausting.” The confession escaped her along with a hoarse sigh. “It’s just so fucking
exhausting
.”
For a moment, she thought he’d agree. Instead, he changed the subject. “Mrs. Kelly has prepared lunch for us. After that, you’ll have a few hours before we’re scheduled to meet with Enrica.” She would get through the day, and then the next, because she had to. Nick smoothed her disheveled hair and slid across the seat. “I’ll be ready.”
***
Nick poured a second cup of tea and arched an eyebrow at the woman across from her. “Sugar?”
“Please.” Veronica’s smile was a little shy. “Should we get the necessary unpleasantries out of the way? I’m sure you know I was sent to ferret out your evil plans like a dutiful daughter.”
“I expected nothing less.” Nick handed over the cup and a saucer. “How is Mr. Coleman doing these days?”
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