All Chapters of My Ex Sold Me To The Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KaelenHe didn't want to eat. I'll give him that. He had the discipline of his training, and for a long while he sat where they'd sat him, wrapped in the blanket he hadn't asked for, staring at the meat and the wine on the low table like they might be poisoned. Which, for the record, they were not. I don't waste good wine.But the body is a traitor. It always is. I've watched it a hundred times, and I watched it now, the way his eyes kept drifting back to the food, the way a man half-starved and fresh off a beating cannot, in the end, argue with the animal fact of his own hunger.His hand moved. Stopped. Moved again.He took the wine first. One swallow, then a longer one. Then the meat, and once he started he could not stop, tearing into it with both hands, all that Vanguard poise gone in the face of days without a proper meal, eating like the half-wild thing hunger makes of any of us given time.I watched him eat and I said nothing and I felt almost fond of him. There's an intimacy i

Kaelen"Bullshit!"The word came out of me flat and immediate. "You crawl into my camp half-dead, you eat my meat, you drink my wine, you insult both, and now you sit there in my chains and tell me you'll take my son?" I laughed, ugly. "No. Here's how it goes, soldier. YOU take me to her. I keep the pup, because that pup is mine. I put my own seed in that woman, need I remind the whole fire, I am the father of that child, and you're what, a courier? A nose with legs? You'll take nothing out of this but your life, and only maybe that.""You.. YOU ARE.. the father..?" He said it slowly, tasting it, and then he laughed at me, openly, in front of my men. "Forgive me. I keep forgetting. You're the father of a lycan prince, a god among wolves, and yet last I checked you're just a regular, ordinary, thoroughly stupid and unremarkable fool of a man who threw the miracle away with both hands. Tell me, Frostbane, when you look at that pup, do you see your own reflection? Because I don't. I don'

StilesWe lost the Ric’s trail on the second morning, and I knew the exact moment I should have been relieved and felt dread instead.Four of us had gone out after him, me and three of Gideon's steadier wolves, tracking east from the empty cellar into the deep snow. Fresh sign, at first. A man moving fast and hurt, breaking his own trail in his hurry, and I let myself think for a few hours that we'd have him by midday, drag him back, buy the valley its silence again.Then the trail did something wrong.It doubled. Looped. Cut back across itself and wandered south when south made no sense, then east again, then a wide pointless circle around a frozen tarn, the track of a man walking in patterns instead of toward anything. It cost us half a day to understand what we were looking at, and when I did, the cold went all the way through me.He wasn't fleeing. He was stalling. Laying false trail, burning our hours on purpose, walking us in circles through the worst of the Wastes while somethi

We went back to Brenna's cabin, the big one, and shut the door on the cold and the staring. Mael slept through all of it, a warm little weight against my chest, one fist curled in the front of my shirt. Wren got sent home, arguing every step. Gideon turned the rest of them back at the door with a single look. Some things don't get decided by forty frightened people in a yard.Just us, then. Me on the bench by the fire, Mael in my arms. Stiles standing close at my shoulder, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, and God help me I leaned into it a little. I needed that warmth after what had happened today. Gideon lowered himself down across from me like his knees hurt. Corwin by the hearth, and Brenna in the doorway with her arms folded tight."Tell her," Gideon said. "All of it. Don't soften it to spare her feelings. She's past sparing."Corwin wouldn't look at me. He looked at the fire, at his own scarred hands, anywhere but the baby asleep on my chest."There's a kind of w

“Enough!!”It came out of him like a whip. "Enough, girl. I have listened to you insult the wisdom of every wolf who came before you in the name of a pup you've had for a handful of weeks. You want to lecture me about the world? I have buried more of this valley than you have ever met. I took you in. I let the vote run. I have bent every rule I built this place on to make room for you, and you repay me by standing in my own cabin telling me my dead were fools." His chest heaved. "If you already know that pup will bring nothing down on us but ruin, and you already know you'll never give him up, then you have made your own choice, haven't you? There's the door, Liora. If Whitewaters isn't good enough for you and your son, then Whitewaters isn't holding you."The words landed in the room like a dropped stone.Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Brenna's arms had come uncrossed in the doorway. Corwin was staring at Gideon like he'd never seen him before.I looked at the old man for a long mome