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.Rogan s eyes followed Tristan as he moved about the apartment, andthey missed nothing.Tris was losing flesh already.He had stripped andput his own things outside the door with Rogan s.In the short while Roganhad known him, he was already different.Leaner, with muscles that ropedunder the skin, sharper ribs, and the amber eyes were wary now.Notbruised, as they had been when Sybella owned his contract, but wary as alame old fox with little left to lose.With a sigh, Rogan stepped out of the tub and let Tristan have it.Thewater was a little cooler, not so painful.He stood in the heat by the hearth,air-drying and stretching the knots out of his muscles.He was waiting forTris to speak, knowing what he must say.Tristan was silent a long time.At last Tris was clean and only pampering his own aching legs with akneading massage when he said, Is there no one else to take out thehunting party tomorrow? Of course there is, Rogan said honestly.He was dry enough, and saton the bedside, resisting the impulse to sink back into it. I could hand offthe duty to Lyn Gustav, or Denner Holt, or Jenna Bartok.They d do itwithout a word, though I ve asked for volunteers.I m not about to orderanyone to this duty. I know. Tristan stepped out of the tub, pulled the plug and reachedfor a yard of towelling.His face was shuttered. Damiel meant what shesaid.When it comes to battle, Althea will need you. Shevan can take my place, Rogan said tersely. Morgan will pullherself back together like the commander she is, and Damiel has Amadeus.They don t need me. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knewwhat Tristan would say. Perhaps not.But I do. He patted at his legs, scrubbed his back, andregarded Rogan with a haunted look. You won t hand off the duty, willyou? Not even for me. I can t, Rogan murmured. And you know why I can t. Julian.Rigel. Tristan spoke the names softly. Oh, I know.I under-stand.There s a debt you owe Damiel, and you ll pay it, supposing it killsyou. It won t, Rogan said, too fast. As your clan sister said, Tristan rasped, don t make promises youmight not be able to keep. He threw away the towel and snatched up theother robe. But you ll do one thing for me, in the morning, before you go. Rogan waited. I ll be Thered in, Tristan said levelly, before you ride outof here.Because if you don t come back, I ll never be Thered in.and if theFates have decided Althea must fall, there ll be no place for me, no peopleand no future. He was right.Rogan s throat was tight, as if his heart has risen andwould choke him.He nodded mutely, wondering why Tristan was putting238 on his robe, but he was too tired, too sore, to speak.At the door, Tristan stopped for a moment. Go to sleep, Rogue. You re leaving? Rogan s thoughts were unraveling. I ll not be long, Tristan swore. I have something to do that can twait, but it won t take more than an hour.Go to sleep.I ll be here when youwake. So Rogan slid down into the unspeakable comfort of mattress andsheets, while Tristan snuffed the lamps beside the door.The room was dim,the corners filled with dancing hearth shadows, when he said, I love you. For a moment Tristan was silent, and the door was open when he said, I ve always loved you, from the very first.And if tomorrow is the last, I lllove you long after you re dust. The door closed behind him before Rogan could make full sense ofwhat he had said, and then he was too tired to weep or curse, or even topray.Hot tears stung his closed eyelids, but sleep stole his mind before hecould rub them away.His dreams were stormy, dark and shot through with angry voices, thecolor of blood and the bark of commands, but the moment he woke theyswirled away like the last tendrils of fog on the river.The bed was warm;no daylight showed yet, in the crack where the shutter did not quite closeover the tiny window panes.The fire had burned out but the room was not yet cold, and he knewwhat had woken him.The mattress dipped again beside him, warm limbswere heavy over him.Tristan s breath was a moist whisper against hisneck, and his mouth was hot, wet, feathering kisses along the line ofRogan s jaw to the lobe of his ear.He reached over, caught the smaller body in an embrace and lifted himup.Tristan s weight was a welcome burden.He tangled both hands in thesoft hair and pulled his head down to a kiss. Matthias will be knocking in half an hour, Tris said softly against hismouth, when Rogan allowed him to speak again. It s early, still.are youwell? Well enough. Rogan knew what he meant. Tris, what you said lastnight
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