Chapter Forty Eight

Comincia dall'inizio
                                    

Orion goes back to Madam Cecilia's room and looks at the still body of the girl on the floor. He places an arm under her neck and the other under her knees. He lifts her up and carries her out. Ahead he sees her brother and the other man being lifted limply into a cart with bodies of other unconscious rebels. The survivors are few on the side of the rebels. The Prince's men are missing a few but not many. They were prepared to attack. These people were not.

The girl stirs in his arms and someone comes forward to take her from him. Orion shakes his head. "She was a captive." He lies. The man nods slowly, not quite believing such words. There had been no one in the cages when he had checked early on in the fighting. "She assisted me in finding the dead bodies of the two leaders." The man accepts these words with doubt but will not argue or question the words of Orion. 

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Orion opens his front door and goes straight through to the kitchen. He adjusts the sleeping girl in his arms with little difficulty. The house is disturbingly silent and only Zandar's presence sticks out in the otherwise empty room. He sits with his head down, face to the table, and his fingers interlocked at the back of his neck. He raises his head at the sound of Orion clearing his throat. He looks fatigued and as if the weight of the world has come to rest on his shoulders. He eases his fingers apart only to join them again in front of him on the table.

He opens his mouth to bear awful news but pauses as he takes note of the figure in Orion's arms. "Who is that?" leaves his mouth instead. He stands and circles the table to inspect the young woman more closely. He is momentarily distracted. "Who is she?" He amends.

"One of the rebels." Orion answers. His brow furrows as he once again questions his need to save her from the hanging post. "She must only be a few years older than Alice." He settles on the easiest explanation pushing all else to the back of his mind.

Zandar checks her pulse absentmindedly and gestures for them to go through to the sitting room. Orion props her up on one of the chairs. His brow furrows further at the vulnerability of the girl. He removes a coiled rope from his waist and winds it around her wrists. He knots it securely. If she struggles it will get tighter and tighter but if she relaxes it will not cause her any discomfort. However Orion does not intend for her to wake before he returns. He glances at Zandar but cannot read his thoughts beyond the blank expression he carries.

"How is the boy?" Orion asks, dreading the reply he could receive. Zandar shoots him a reproving look, eyes distant. "How is Hunter?" Orion changes his wording easily. Zandar pats him on the shoulder, the gesture almost fatherly.

"He fought incredibly hard but his fever kept rising and the infection ate away at him. I have sent Lady Arisxandre out to find your mother. Hunter lost the fight barely half an hour ago. He is at peace now."

Orion's heart stutters to a stop. Every muscle in his body coils tightly. His lungs constrict. And his eyes stare out, unseeing. Then his heart starts again. One beat. He turns to the doorway. Two beats. He paces forward. Three beats. He bounds up the stairs. Four beats. He hovers uncertainly at the closed door leading to his brother's body. Five beats. Zandar joins him giving him the strength. Six beats. He stops counting as he pushes open the door, blood rushing in his ears.

Hunter lies unmoving on the bed. Orion goes to his side and touches his brother's hand trying to convince himself of Zandar's words. Clammy but cool skin meets his fingertips. He sinks down into the chair that Ari and Zandar no doubt would have occupied previously. His head drops into his palms as he controls his breathing. "I should have said goodbye."

"Who should you have said goodbye to?" The deep voice, clouded by exhaustion, almost matching Orion's asks. Orion's head snaps up. Zandar is sure he hears the bones audibly pop. Cool blue eyes, hazy from fever, peer at Orion. "I could have died and you decided that you did not need to say goodbye. Do you see how stupid that decision could have been for you?"

Orion's reaction is immediate and not thought out in the slightest. His fist connects with force on Hunter's arm. The latter winces with pain and lets out a pained chuckle. "Try and convince me one more time that you are dead and I shall make sure that your words are true." Orion promises in a growl. His heart thumps uncomfortably fast in his chest cavity. He must try to hide just how scared he was.

Hunter stops chuckling and sobers up. "I am sorry. I should never have lied to you." Zandar disappears from the doorway, giving the brothers their privacy. Orion is about to reply when he senses the depth of his brother's apology. He is not saying sorry for the morbid prank. He is apologising for blatantly lying to his brother's face regarding Arabella. Orion swallows and looks away, his jaw ticking.

"You have paid the price for your actions." Orion replies with a seriousness that makes Hunter try to sit up straight but his side screams in agony. "I need the truth this time, boy. Do you intend to continue pursuing her? She is married to the Prince now and even more off limits. Have you regained any of your senses?"

Hunter shakes his head and Orion grunts. Dry cracked lips ease into an amused smile. "Ari told me that she got married. However..." Orion rolls his shoulders and restrains himself from knocking some sense into the younger man, "...I knew that Arabella and I were already over. I do not regret it but I will not pursue it again. I do learn from my mistakes."

"Well that is a relief." Orion declares. Hunter rests his head back and his breathing shallows. "Zandar!" Orion shouts with no delay. Footsteps are heard and both Zandar and Ari rush in. She dips her head guiltily when her eyes make contact with Orion's. It will not take him long to figure out that she was hiding downstairs in the garden. Hunter's eyes have closed. Zandar lifts up his shirt and peels back the bandage. He mutters under his breath and ushers Orion from the room. 

I was almost incredibly cruel with this chapter...I was going to finish it where Zandar told Orion that Hunter was at peace but I thought I have already put you through that trauma once!

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