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It had been a pretty room before she started throwing things around it. If she could, she would have hurled Craft to shred the rest of it to bits, but even in her hurt and fury she had a care for her child. A human doctor might tell her that such upset wasn't good for the baby either, but there were none of those around.

Vases had splintered and mirrors were shattered in every direction. She was sobbing her fury now, at a loss for what else to do. A knife in his back, or across his throat, seemed like a plausible solution, and she wondered how much it would hurt him. If he would bleed out and have to be resurrected.

He'd promised. He'd promised. And she'd given up everything to come here. Her home. Her family. Daemon. That she could go back was no matter. She'd moved to his world, brought her Jewels and her knives and her wolf and taken up residence. She'd allowed him to seed her, when she'd fought conception every other time it seemed imminent. Trusted him enough to be here, vulnerable without her powers for nine months.

And now he was inconsolable because the bloody Watcher hadn't cried on his shoulder instead of some blue girl's. It was a slap, painful enough that it hurt to breathe. She'd been there for him, all along. Done everything she'd known to do. Been willing to be his whore, accepting Luella's position as primary in his life. And he'd made her believe...

A home. A family. Him, as her own. The two of them trying something different.

But nothing changes and it was stupid of her to think that someone like her could have those things. She smashed a piece of a mirror into smaller bits, heedless of the cuts on her hands. Without her power, without a target, she didn't know what else to do. Couldn't go home and face them. Not again. Not after Falonar. But she wouldn't be tossed aside again either. She wrapped her arms around her midsection, protective of the child growing inside, not caring about the blood she stained her skirts with. She never should have come here.

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There were tears in her eyes. "He...his friend. He's so angry that his friend has taken another lover. Jealous that he...chose someone besides him. As if...if he'd come to him....he would choose him over me."

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He tasted blood in his mouth. It would not matter that he only wore the Opal. Opal? Would be enough.

"He has left you here alone?"

There was ice in his voice.

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"I don't know where he is." She wouldn't cry again. That she was telling him anything at all was a testament to her exhaustion.

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"How long as this been going on?"

He refused to hold her any tighter. To hurt her.

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"I don't know." She tried to think. "A week? No more...then tonght..." She shook her head. "It was clear."

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A week was far too long. A mere minute was. Surreal had placed this man in a place were he was honored enough to be allowed to Serve her. And. And this?

There was sound from the back of his throat.

"What exactly, was so clear?"

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"How much he still loves him," she said softly.

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The temperature of the room plumeted.

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"Rainier...." She placed a hand on his arm.

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It was a moment before he could manage to speak.

"Why didn't you call me?" But no, she could not have. Not even that. "Send message?"

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She shook her head. "It's mine to figure out."

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"Normally," he spoke carefully. Words measured just so. "I would agree with you. You know that." His own walls were down, that that in any other time should couldn't see past them. The corcern for her. For her child. But that was the point. This wasn't any other time.

"Surreal."

His voiced dipped, the low point in a painful waltz.

*The baby*

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*Is his...*

Couldn't he see how that made it all so much harder? Her hand fluttered over her stomach. At two months, she was barely showing yet, but she could feel her inside.

She was tired a lot of the time, and sick in the mornings and she didn't know why women did this until she could feel that flutter of life, touch her...

And her father loved her. She was sure of that.

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*And if his behaivor and ingratitude causes her harm? Causes you harm?*

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*I won't let him harm her* There was a snarl in her voice.

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But you are still here.

He did not speak the words, but he thought them. And any other time he would have already lost as arm for them. Possibly a leg too. Because she would have known.

He pulled her closer.

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She rested her head on his shoulder, tired and scared enough to not fight. She couldn't fight him anyway. She had to save that for Samael.

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He attempte to refocus, to control his anger. It would do Surreal no good, and enough hard had already been done.

He chose to be frank instead, something they always been together.

"What can I do?"

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She gave him a tired smile, trying to put on as brave a front as possible. "Could you get me some tea? The little flying things...I haven't figured out how to call them when I need things yet..."

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"Some tea."

He took the request as seriously as he would have any order delivered by a war council, and left the room. When he returned there was a tray, laden with simple biscuts and a pot of tea, steam slipping upwards.

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She'd changed into simple trousers and a sweather, washing her hands and trying to restore some order to the room.

She smiled at him when he came back in. "Thank you."

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"You're welcome."

Rainier studied the changed in the room.

Had she lifted? Had she bent down to collect -- glass? And broken pottery?

His face darkened again.

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She poured them both tea with a graceful lift of her arm, a skill honed in centuries of playing for clients.

She looked up at him, his face giving away his emotions even if she couldn't dip into his thoughts.

"Rainier...please."

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"---he hurt you."

Was his only answer. His defense.

But he did sit down.

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"He didn't mean to," she said softly, handing him tea.