nothing about him.
Nothing except for the kindness of his touch. Nothing except for the way heâd made her feel when he kissed her. The way he made her feel wanted. Safe.
And in that instant, she made up her mind. âWhat happens to me is the business of my husband.â
Her fatherâs face turned to stone. âThen your ties to our house are severed.â He glanced at her brother. âCome, Prinam.â
Her brotherâs features softened a degree before he caught himself. Without a word, he followed her father from the room as the guards fell in behind them.
Nykyrian stepped forward with an amused light in his green eyes. âSome things must run in our blood.â
Adron frowned. âHow do you mean?â
âAsk your mother one day about how we married.â He smiled at Livia. âIn the meantime, welcome to our family, Highness.â
Adronâs frown deepened as he regarded his father suspiciously. âYouâre being awfully understanding about all this. Should I be afraid?â
Nykyrian laughed. âProbably. I hope this means youâll rejoin the world again. Weâve missed you.â
A tic started in Adronâs jaw.
Livia wasnât sure what the undercurrent was between father and son, but there was something just below the surface that she didnât understand. Some history that they had yet to work through.
Still, his fatherâs face was kind and not the least bit judgmental as he looked back at her. He honestly seemed glad to have her with his son. âYou know, youâll have to bring your wife to the palace to meet the rest of your wayward siblings.â
âAnd Mom?â
His father inclined his head.
Something strange flickered across Adronâs features. Something Livia couldnât define, but it looked as if Adron wanted to avoid his mother. âWhen?â
âTonight.â
Adron curled his lip as if heâd rather be gutted. âWill Jayce be there?â
âHe is your brother.â
Hatred flared in Adronâs eyes. âHeâs your son. He ceased to be my brother the day he refused to uphold the Leagueâs Code.â
Nykyrian sighed, then looked at Livia with sympathy in his eyes. âI hope you know what youâve gotten yourself into.â
The bad thing was, she didnât.
âYou two have a good day. I have an international incident I have to go prevent over this.â Nykyrian went to the door and paused. âGod help me,â he said under his breath before he left. âLet the bribes begin.â
Now that they were alone, the reality of what sheâd done came crashing down on her.
She was married.
To a complete stranger.
âWell, isnât this interesting.â Adron turned to face her. âI donât know about you, but when I went to the Golden Crona last night, I never intended to find a spouse.â
She laughed nervously. âSince I was there to avoid one, I can honestly say that never crossed my mind either.â
He cupped her face in his hands and smiled a warm, dimpled smile at her. And when he kissed her, she shivered at the tenderness of his lips.
âYou taste so good.â He nibbled the corner of her mouth. âI could kiss you forever.â
Desire stabbed her at his words. âYouâre not so bad yourself in a lethal, Iâll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kind of way.â
He laughed, then scooped her up in his arms.
Livia gasped at the unexpected feel of his strong arms surrounding her. But as he reached the bed, he staggered.
Agony contorted his face as he let go of her and fell to his knees.
âAdron?â She knelt beside him. She could tell by his face that he hurt too much to speak. âHere, lie on the floor.â
Livia helped him lie down, then took his knee in her hand. She did her best to summon her powers, but they refused to come.
No!
Adron held his hand to his head as if something vile were being