Page 70 of The Rebel King

She stares at us, Lennix pressed between the hard wall and my hard body. “Introduce us, Maxim.”

Mom’s voice is calm, no sign of the wrenching sobs I heard through the walls last night. I step back, and Lennix picks her coat up from the floor. I grab her hand, walking her over to my mother.

“Mom, this is Lennix Hunter. Nix, my mother, Tessa Cade.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cade,” Lennix says. “I’m sorry. We all loved him so much.”

Mom doesn’t reply for a second, tilting her head quizzically, studying Lennix’s face. “I thought you’d have horns and scales,” she finally says, a small smile making its careful way onto her colorless lips.

“Excuse me?” Lennix looks from my mother to me.

“The way Warren talks about you,” Mom continues, “I thought you might be a dragon, but Owen assured me you weren’t.”

She looks at me with the shadow of her usual sunny nature. “And Maxim’s always liked pretty girls and been an excellent judge of character, so I figured my husband was biased.”

I haven’t told my mother about our relationship, so I assume Owen did. He and Mom always talked about everything.

She steps forward and extends her hand to Lennix, who accepts, a cautious welcome on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” Mom says. “I saw you at New Year’s from a distance, but you were very busy, and we didn’t get to speak.”

It was only three months ago that Owen first floated his presidential run at the New Year’s Eve party in his home. The night Lennix came back to me. We made love in the garden, a dark night under a wild moon, the air heavy with hope and new beginnings. That night feels like a century ago.

My mother slides her glance from my face to Nix’s and then drops it to our held hands between us. Her brows lift, and one side of her mouth tilts up. “Owen told me, but I didn’t quite believe him.”

“Believe what?” I ask, frowning.

“That you were in love,” she says.

“He was right about most things most of the time,” I reply quietly.

“Or at least he made you think he was,” Mom says, her smile wobbling and then dissolving altogether. “I think I’ll go upstairs and lie down now. The guests—”

“They’ll be fine.” I release Lennix’s hand and slip an arm around Mom’s shoulders, guiding her toward the door.

“Walk her up, Maxim,” Lennix says, trailing us out. “Or she’ll get stopped a dozen times on her way. I’m gonna go anyway.”

“What?” I stop and turn. “Why?”

“I wanted to pay my respects,” she says, barely loud enough for me to hear and slips her coat on. “We can talk later.”

“When do you go back to DC?”

“Most of the team leaves tomorrow.” She licks her lips and glances down at her shoes. “But I’m…um, flexible. I can stay for a while if—”

“Stay.” I can’t spend another night alone in my bed upstairs, thinking about Owen sleeping across the hall when we were kids. “I’ll call.”

She nods, and we leave the library, nearly colliding with my father in the hall. For a few frozen seconds, the four of us stand in silence stretched over barbed wire.

“I should, well…get going,” Lennix says, looking to my mother. “It was very nice meeting you, Mrs. Cade.”

“Nice meeting you, too, Lennix,” Mom replies, taking her hand and patting it. “Next time under better circumstances, I hope.”

“Yes.” Lennix looks up at my father. “Mr. Cade.”

“Ms. Hunter,” Dad replies neutrally.

“I’ll walk you out,” I say, laying my hand at the base of her spine.

“No, it’s fine.” She turns to face me and tips her head toward the dining room. “You still have guests.”

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