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Butch settled himself deep in the bucket seat, aware that this homecoming, like the ceremony beforehand, was of such great joy for the Brotherhood. And even if he couldn't feel that, he was truly glad for them.
They parked in front of the mansion, and when Butch got out, the big house's vestibule doors swung wide and the Brotherhood formed an open circle behind him. The chanting started again, and they processed into the rainbow-colored foyer to great applause: The doggen were there waiting, all twenty of them, and in front of the servants were the three females of the compound dressed in breathtaking gowns. Beth was wearing the bloodred one she'd been married in, Mary was dressed in royal blue, and Bella was in shimmering silver.
Butch wanted Marissa there so badly, he couldn't stand to look at the shellans from the ache in his chest. He was about to make a desperate, pansy break for the Pit when the sea of bodies parted and...
Marissa was revealed in a gown of vibrant peach, the color so lovely and vivid he wondered if sunshine hadn't condensed in her very form. And the chanting stopped as she came forward. Confused, unable to understand the why of her appearance, Butch nonetheless reached for her.
Except she went down to her knees in front of him, the gown pooling all around her in great waves of satin.
Her voice was husky with emotion as she ducked her head. "I would offer you, warrior, this pledge of luck when you fight." She lifted her hands up and in her palms was a thick braid of her hair tied on either end with pale blue ribbon. "It would be my pride to have you keep this on you in battle. It would be my pride to have my... hellren serve our race. If you still... would have me."
Completely wiped out by the gesture, Butch eased down to the floor and lifted up her trembling chin. As he thumbed away her tears, he took the braid from her and cradled it to his heart. "Of course I would have you," he whispered. "But what's changed?"
She glanced back at the three females of the house in their majestic dress. Then in an equally quiet voice, she said, "I talked to some friends. Or rather, they talked to me."
"Marissa..." It was all he could say. And as his voice seemed to have dried up, he kissed her.
When they embraced, a great cheer rose up into the vast foyer.
"I'm so sorry I was weak," she whispered in his ear. "Beth and Mary and Bella came to see me. I'm never going to be at peace with the danger you face as a member of the Brotherhood. I'm going to worry every night. But they trust their males to be careful, and I... I believe you love me. I believe you wouldn't leave me if you could help it. I... I believe you will be careful with yourself and that you will stop if the evil threatens to overwhelm you. If they can handle the fear of loss, so can I."
He squeezed her even tighter. "I'll be careful, I swear. I swear."
They stayed on the floor, locked together, for a while. Then Butch lifted his head and looked at Wrath, who had taken Beth into his arms.
"So, brother," Butch said. "You got a knife and some salt? Time to finish a certain mating, you feel me?"
"We've got you covered, my man."
Fritz came forward with the same pitcher and bowl of Morton's best that had been used at Wrath and Beth's ceremony. And Rhage and Mary's. And Zsadist and Bella's.
As Butch looked into his shellan's, pale blue eyes, he murmured, "Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are."
Chapter Fifty
The following evening, Marissa smiled as she looked up from her desk. Butch filled her office's doorway, his body so very big.
God, even though his neck was still healing from his induction, good Lord, he looked good. Strong. Powerful. Her mate.
"Hi," he said, flashing that chipped front tooth of his. As well as his fangs.
She smiled. "You're early."
"Couldn't stay away a moment longer." He came in and shut the door... and as he subtly turned the lock into place, her body heated up.
He walked around her desk and swiveled her chair to face him, then knelt down onto the floor. As he spread her thighs, he nestled in close, his bonding scent filling the air as he nuzzled her collarbone. With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around his heavy shoulders and kissed the soft skin behind his ear.
"How fare you, hellren?"
"Better now, wife."
While she held on to him, she shifted her eyes to her desk. There, amidst the papers and folders and pens, was a little white figurine. The exquisitely carved piece was a marble sculpture of a female sitting cross-legged with a double-bladed dagger in the palm of one hand, an owl on her opposite wrist.
Beth had had them made. One for Mary. One for Bella. One for Marissa. And the queen had kept one for herself. The dagger's significance was obvious. The white owl was a link to the Scribe Virgin, a symbol of prayers spoken for the safekeeping of their warrior mates.
The Brotherhood was strong, a unit, a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.
Banded together, as tightly together as their warriors.
Butch lifted his head and looked up at her in total adoration. With the mating ceremony completed, and her name in his back, she had dominion over his body by both law and instinct, a control he willingly surrendered to her, lovingly surrendered to her. He was hers to command and it was, as the glymera had always said, beautiful to be truly mated.
Only thing those fools ever got right.
"Marissa, I want to take you to meet someone, okay?"
"Of course. Now?"
"No, tomorrow at nightfall."
"All right. Who - "
He kissed her. "You'll see."
Looking deeply into his hazel eyes, she stroked back his thick, dark hair. Then traced his eyebrows with her thumbs. Ran a fingertip down his bumpy, broken-too-many-times nose. Tapped lightly on his chipped tooth.
"Kind of battle-worn, aren't I?" he said. "But you know, with some plastic surgery and a couple caps, I could be a highflier just like Rhage."
Marissa glanced back at the figurine and thought about her life. And Butch's.
She shook her head slowly and leaned in to kiss him. "I wouldn't change a thing about you. Not one single thing."
Epilogue
Joyce O'Neal Rafferty was in a rush and thoroughly bitched out as she headed into the nursing home. Baby Sean had spent all night throwing up and it had taken three hours of waiting at the pediatrician's before the doctor could squeeze them in. Then Mike had left a message that he was working late, so he didn't have time to go to the supermarket on the way home.
Goddamn it, they had nothing in the refrigerator or the cupboards for dinner.
Joyce hitched Sean up on her hip and raced down the corridor, dodging meal carts and a gang of wheelchairs. At least Sean was asleep now and hadn't thrown up for hours. Dealing with a fussy, sick baby as well as her mother was more than Joyce could handle at once. Especially after a day like today.
She knocked on the door to her mother's room, then went right in. Odell was sitting up in bed, leafing through a Reader's Digest.
"Hey, Mom, how're you feeling?" Joyce went over to the Naugahyde-covered wing chair by the window. As she sat down, the cushion squeaked. And so did Sean as he woke up.
"I'm good." Odell's smile was pleasant. Her eyes vacant as dark marbles.
Joyce checked her watch. She'd stay ten minutes, then hit Star Market on the way home.
"I had a visitor last night."
"Did you, Mom?" And without a doubt, she was going to buy enough for a week straight. "Who was it?"
"Your brother."
"Thomas was here?"
"Butch."
Joyce froze. Then decided her mother was hallucinating. "That's nice, Mom."
"He came when no one was around. After dark. He brought his wife. She's so pretty. He said they're getting married in a church. I mean, they're already husband and wife, but it was in her religion. Funny... I never figured out what she was. Maybe a Lutheran?"
Definitely hallucinating. "That's good."
"He looks like his father now."
"Oh, yeah? I thought he was the only one who didn't take after Daddy."
"His father. Not yours."
Joyce frowned. "I'm sorry?"
Her mother assumed a dreamy expression and looked out the window. "Did I ever tell you about the blizzard of '69?"
"Mom, go back to Butch - "
"We all got stuck at the hospital, us nurses along with the doctors. No one could come or go. I was there for two days. God, your father was so upset about having to care for the kids without me." Abruptly, Odell seemed years younger and sharp as a tack, her eyes clearing. "There was a surgeon there. Oh, he was just so... different from everyone else. He was the chief of surgery. He was very important. He was... beautiful and different and very important. Frightening, too. His eyes, I see them still in my dreams." Just as suddenly, all that enthusiasm evaporated and her mother deflated. "I was bad. I was a bad, bad wife."
