Chapter 13

Aleksander stared at his favorite painting in the war room. It was a vivid picture of the sky with a vibrant sun; the rays flooded down into the dark sea. He gently reached his hand up to touch one of the rays, but it was just paint on canvas. It couldn't actually warm. He wondered if this was as close to sunlight as his war room would ever see again. Alina was with the tracker, and surely she was never coming back.

Oh he was trying to convince himself that she would realize the tracker was no match for her, perhaps if he just let them meet and talk it through she'd figure it out on her own, but he knew he was fooling himself. Without any real hope, he'd gone through the motions-summoned the tracker for her, given him accommodations in a suite even, allowed them to meet alone. Now it was late in the night and Ivan was guarding outside the suite. He'd promised to send word to Aleksander if their heartbeats changed, for any reason. Aleksander tried not to think about that even as the image of the tracker putting his hands all over her body refused to leave his mind. Perhaps she would remember he'd been kind in 50 years when she realized the mortality of the tracker. Maybe it would only be 30. The tracker certainly couldn't hold her attraction for long.

But if she chose the tracker, there was the dilemma of what to do about her power, and that was why he was already on his second bottle of kvas. He knew what needed to be done, but he wasn't sure that his heart could do it. He would have to force her to use her power the way they needed. There really was no choice. The lives and safety of all Grisha depended on their powers. It wasn't something he could just give up because she had a crush on her little mortal friend. The tracker would never agree to any of his plans, and Alina would listen to him. Aleksander was very much regretting not choosing that army accident for the tracker, but then there was the matter of possibly needing him for the Stag, which Alina had to have for anything to go right. Aleksander sighed and refilled his glass. Truly, the choices were going to end up being manipulating her into using her power as he saw fit or trusting David's idea of how to get control of it. To manipulate her, he would have to use the tracker, which meant letting her be with him now. And, of course, there was still that unlikely possibility she might actually pick him. It was a laughably remote possibility, but his heart wouldn't let him make choices that closed that option off.

He had been playing this game of long chess for centuries. He was well accustomed to making the difficult choices, to realizing you had to sacrifice something that meant a great deal to you to make it to the end game. This game was different, though. Everything changed when you truly loved one of the pawns and wanted to make her your queen.

He tried to focus his attention back on the painting, but all Aleksander could see was the look of hatred in Alina's eyes when she called him the Black Heretic. All he could hear was her screaming about all he had done wrong. How would she look at him if he collared her and took control of her with David's idea? How much worse might it be if he threatened to kill the oh-so-precious Mal to get her to do what he wanted? But he didn't want any of those things. He wanted her to choose him, to help him defend all Grisha, together. The possibilities of how things might go if she didn't wouldn't leave his mind. He had seen now how she stared at him when she was filled with hate. Could he bear her looking at him like that to protect Grisha? Could he bear failing all Grisha just to get her to smile at him again? It was enough to fill his eyes with tears and make his jaw tremble, but even here, alone, protected in his office, he could not let himself let those walls down and feel. He was too dangerous when he let himself become overtaken with emotions.

A knock at the door startled him. It was well into the night. No one would come to disturb him … unless Ivan had sent them with news of Alina's heartbeat. Was she having sex with the tracker right now? Surely the tracker hadn't hurt her. He wouldn't dare in his palace. Aleksander strode across the room to answer the door.

"Fedyor?" Aleksander's voice rose with surprise. He paused a moment for the heartrender to explain his presence, but the man seemed quite flustered that he'd actually answered the door. "I do recall giving you specific instructions to get some rest because I might need you to guard Alina in the morning."

"Um, yes, about that …"

Aleksander waited. Fedyor opened his mouth to speak several times, grimaced apparently at the words he was about to form, and then closed his mouth again. Aleksander raised an eyebrow in question but then tried to clear his head enough to analyze the behavior. The blush to Fedyor's cheeks said he was embarrassed and it was clearly about something he didn't want to admit. "You can't sleep without Ivan," he guessed.

Fedyor scrunched his face and shrugged his shoulders with unease. "I can't sleep without Ivan," he confirmed. "And if you're truly going to need me in the morning, then you should know. But then I thought that if I am having trouble sleeping without Ivan, you might be missing Alina too. And maybe you might like some company? Ivan was worried about you." He paused and shook his head. "Yeah, I hear myself now. I'll show myself out."

"You're drunk!" Aleksander laughed. "You missed Ivan so much that you got yourself drunk." And, yet, he was doing the exact same thing.

"A wee bit," Fedyor said, holding up his fingers a small distance apart. "Am I going to be in trouble for not sleeping? I am in for it with Ivan if I upset you."

Aleksander grabbed Fedyor by the arm and guided him in. "I should definitely reprimand you for disobeying orders," Aleksander agreed. "Keep drinking with me and I will forget to do it." He pulled a second glass from his desk drawer. It would have been Alina's glass. Screw it all. He could work on having a well-oiled Grisha military machine that instantly obeyed any order tomorrow. Tonight, he actually could use the company.

"Drone on and on for me about the virtues of Ivan? Perhaps you will keep me distracted." Aleksander tossed back his drink and then filled two glasses.

"You really love her that much, huh, sir?"

"We aren't talking about me. We are talking about you and Ivan." Aleksander tried to redirect, but his own thoughts were all over the place. "Did Ivan actually say he was worried about me?"

"He cares about you a great deal, sir. He'd prefer you to think he's just a good soldier that has perfected anticipating your orders, but he considers you a friend. And, yes, he's quite worried Alina will break your heart."

His heart had been broken a long time ago, from betrayal after betrayal, from losing Luda, from seeing friend after friend die, from seeing his people suffer so severely for so long. Alina had just been the only one who could reach inside and hold together the pieces. Rather than cry about it, he had another drink. "You are not keeping up."

Fedyor's smile said he was more than happy to meet that challenge.

"Who else knows?"

"About …?"

"Miss Starkov not being in here. Have people started noticing?" It was silly to worry about bearing that humiliation. He was ancient. He could endure a few mortals noticing his girlfriend had left him. A few growls, maybe a few shadows at dinner time, and they would all snap into line and stop gossiping. Really, he had much bigger concerns to be worrying about, but perhaps because he did not want to think through those concerns any longer, he found it easier to focus on this problem that could potentially be solved.

Fedyor shook his head. "I have not heard gossip, sir, and believe me, when the Little Palace starts gossiping, I know. It's not uncommon for the two of you to keep to your chambers and avoid meals. Only Ivan, Innessa, and I have been guarding her to know where she's going. I think it will be a while before anyone notices anything amiss. Nadia would probably be the first because of her closeness with Alina. I could have her stationed at …"

"No," Aleksander interrupted with a raised hand. "No, she is a good friend to Alina. In fact, I should encourage them to spend more time together. Give Alina a friend that is her future and not her past. Someone who lifts her up. Could you arrange for Nadia to invite Alina for some girl time or something tomorrow?" Perhaps that would get her away from the tracker. "Maybe Genya too." He sighed heavily. "Unless Alina has realized Genya spies for me. I forgot to disclose that to her. I am going to be realizing things I hid and half truths I told her for some time. She thinks we should be 100% open and honest with each other on absolutely everything. Can you imagine?"

Fedyor nodded. "She does have a point. That is the best way for a relationship. It sounds hard, but there is something to be said for someone knowing you through and through to your core and still loving all of you the same."

The words wounded as deep as the Cut could. Aleksander narrowed his eyes and stared at Fedyor with such anger, it was almost as if his gaze could cut back. Fedyor squirmed in his seat until he finally added, "Sorry, sir."

"It's fine," Aleksander said. The pain was real, but it wasn't Fedyor's fault. Aleksander had thought Alina loved him. It was in her kisses, in her smile when he told a joke, in the way they made love. He had been so stupid to think that might mean that he could have what others had-true love, acceptance. He had thought that the problem with finding a true partner was his immortality. Alina had the potential to solve that issue, and it could have been amazing. He had almost forgotten he had centuries of shame that no one could ever possibly accept. It had never gone well when he had tried to confide in a friend along the years. The Black Heretic could never be forgiven. Ivan knew, but he was the exception, and Ivan accepted it only because he had seen so much horror in his own life. Aleksander was so dumb to think that Alina might possibly be able to accept him to his core, as Fedyor had said. Her rejection of his true self cut deep inside. It was a wound that would bleed and ache for centuries as he tried to learn how to function with her without her love. He could not blame her. His core was so dark, his mistakes so heinous, how could she possibly accept any of that? She had seen through to his core and hated what she saw there. Who could blame her?

"We are not drinking enough for this conversation," he said while refilling their glasses and trying to shake off his dark thoughts.

"For what it's worth, Ivan thinks you should just hold Alina down, force the Stag on her, and use David's trick to gain her power. Then you don't have to worry about her heart. I don't know how he can say that. He would never do that to me. I don't know why he expects you to be able to do it to her."

"Ivan knows that the lives of all Grisha are dependent upon our using her power. We are trapped by the Fold, and our enemies are coming for us. Even our own people are turning on us. We need her to be able to protect all Grisha from persecution, death. He has seen … what happens when we don't have that. And he knows that if we were to somehow lose control of her, her power, then they would come for us. He thinks we shouldn't let the slaughter of all Grisha depend on a young woman's whims, and he's not wrong."

"But you refuse because you love her?" Fedyor's love for a good romance showed in his voice, even in his eyes.

"I love her," Aleksander said without hesitation. "But even I would struggle to justify refusing for that reason alone. Using an amplifier to transfer power is a theory. Untested. We don't actually know what that would do. What if it hurts her? What if it hurts her power, diminishes it? We cannot risk losing Alina's power or the Stag. That amplifier is too rare to take chances with. Until David's technique is proven, we cannot take the chance. I've authorized him to begin developing it. I will let him test it on a willing subject, but not Alina. I have a guard whose Grisha power never developed. He is a good man, and he is willing to sacrifice for our cause. His partner is Grisha. David will see if he can get it to work with a minor amplifier with them. Then, we shall see."

"That is well thought out, sir."

Aleksander shrugged. Thinking, strategizing, planning, those were his strengths. Love? This was all foreign to him, but not to Fedyor. Aleksander had an expert in a solid relationship right in front of him. "So tell me, Fedyor, if you needed to use Ivan's power to save all Grisha, what would you do?"

"Then I would talk to him about it, sir."

"And if that didn't persuade him?"

"Then I guess I would talk some more. I cannot imagine … forcing, that would never work."

Aleksander sighed. Fedyor was right, of course. Alina would never forgive him for forcing her if it came to that. It was just that it was the fate of all Grisha on their shoulders. "And if he preferred to just sleep with another man instead?" That stupid tracker would be the ruin of everything.

"Then I think I'd probably kill him." Fedyor laughed. "The other man, that is. Heart attack seems perfectly appropriate in those circumstances."

"That, I'm sure, could be arranged." They both laughed. Better to fantasize about the tracker's death than let his pain, loss, stress, and worry consume him.

The creak of someone in the hall pulled Aleksander's attention. Ivan was guarding Alina and the tracker. With Fedyor with him, he wasn't sure who else might come to his chambers so late in the night. Just as he was signaling the danger to Fedyor, she appeared in the doorway and instantly took his breath away.

"Alina …" He hadn't expected to see her this evening, certainly not so late. What could it mean? Was she there to tell him off some more? To announce her plans with the tracker? The thought made him feel ill.

Her eyes took in the state of the office-empty bottles of kvas everywhere, a very drunk Fedyor jumping to greet her then stumbling back. "Okay, what is this?" She laughed as she tried to help Fedyor back to his chair. "I have to know what is happening here."

Ivan appeared right behind her shoulder, only steps behind. "It appears General Kirigan is trying to get my husband drunk."

"Or am I trying to get General Kirigan drunk so he stops stressing about what Alina is doing?" Fedyor slurred a few of the words. He flashed a big smile as he tapped his head as if he had this brilliant idea no one else had thought of.

"Sir, do you want me to stay with her or return to the tracker?" Ivan checked.

"Oh this is ridiculous!" Alina interrupted before he could even think it through. "Mal has been asleep for hours, he's not hurting anyone, and we don't need a babysitter. Let Ivan get Fedyor to bed to sleep this off. He is going to need it."

She knew he never allowed her without a guard. Did that mean she was staying? He couldn't let his heart hope. He tried to read her intent before he finally turned to Ivan and nodded his approval. Ivan had to half carry Fedyor out the door.

"I didn't expect to see you tonight," he whispered once they were alone.

"It's your turn to sleep," she said matter-of-factly.

"You would still …?"

"Were the nightmares fake?"

He shook his head slightly to say no even as the shame of his weakness flooded over him. He wasn't sure how he could even fake something like that. "You know now what drives them."

"And I really make them better?"

He gave a sharp nod. Her warmth was the only thing that kept them at bay.

"Then I'm here."

"What does the tracker think of that?" He should hold his tongue, accept what she was offering, but he couldn't help wondering if she had been with him. Surely Ivan would have mentioned it if the tracker got her heart racing. Had his lips been on her? She was Aleksander's soulmate, and she had spent the start of the night with another man.

"Mostly he thinks I should cut your head off in your sleep. I'm working on discouraging that."

She wouldn't. He knew that. She clearly meant it as a joke. "Do you love him?" The words were out before he could stop himself. The kvas was loosening his tongue, he realized. He knew better than to ask questions he didn't want to hear the answer to.

She was taken aback. "He is my … home, family, support … comfort." She was struggling to describe it.

There were a lot of words missing there, important words-passion, happiness, love, partner. Didn't she notice that? "He makes you think that you are not enough, but you are. He holds you back, and you let him."

She sighed. "I didn't come here to fight about Mal. Maybe you need to sleep this off too."

He wanted to push, to make her realize how wrong the boy had always been for her, how he had hurt her, held her back, likely without ever even intending to. But he also didn't want to irritate her and didn't want her to leave. "I'm sorry."

She nodded. "Come on, let's get you to sleep. A few hours at least, and then you can fetch Ivan to guard me again."

It felt awkward somehow undressing in front of her now, but he certainly wasn't sleeping in his kefta and leather. He turned his back as he removed them, but secretly, he hoped she was looking, remembering what they had, longing for it. He didn't dare turn to glance behind his back to know, though. He feared if she was turned away, if she was repulsed by him now that she knew who he was, it would crush him. With his black sleeping robes on, he gave her warning before looking up. "Okay, I'm ready."

She climbed into bed and motioned for him to join. It was almost as it had been before, except that everything important wasn't. She didn't trust him. He wasn't sure if she even still loved him. Their bodies were the same, but he did not feel the same comfort in her as he pulled her to his chest. They were going through some of the motions to get him to sleep, but nothing was the same. There would be no sex. Tears filled his eyes as he truly realized all he had lost the moment she found out his true identity, not just the orgasm he would not have, but the intimacy with her, the connection with someone who could be a true partner, even the comfort of acceptance. She could turn on her warmth, but would it do the same thing if she was full of hostility towards him?

"Alina? I am sorry. And I love you." Maybe it didn't matter. It didn't change anything at all, but he wanted her to know.

"I know," she said and then softly leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I can feel that. I'm trying to figure out with you how to tell when something is real. Baghra made me doubt … everything. Your isolating me from Mal made me question all of your motives. But if I pay attention to our bond, I'm starting to be able to tell if you're being genuine. So, we start over here, with my getting to know the real you and deciding what I think of the actual Aleksander. I'm working on forgiving you."

He closed his eyes and thought through all of that. She hadn't mentioned the Fold or being the Black Heretic again. Maybe she could, if not forgive, at least understand how that happened now. Perhaps she could accept who he was. Was that even possible? She was angry he had lied. She felt he had tried to isolate her. He supposed he had, but not truly isolated; he had encouraged the friendships with Nadia and poor Marie and Genya. He had tried to isolate her from her past so she could move on to her future, to shed the things that held her back. If the letters to Mal hadn't been so self-depreciating, apologetic for being Grisha, perhaps he might have permitted a visit earlier. She felt betrayed because he had lied, kept things from her, and manipulated her. He couldn't exactly deny that, but he had tried to manipulate her to accept herself, to be happy. It was clear, though, she did not appreciate being treated that way.

"I'm trying to be better for you," he whispered. He knew he could never deserve her. He had made too many mistakes, done too many dark things, and was truly filled with darkness himself. And she was light. The tears that had been filling his eyes finally slipped out as the guilt of all of his mistakes weighed heavily on his heart. "You make me want to be better."

"Aleksander …" she whispered, her voice full of worry. Because of their bond, she could likely feel the pain in him, all the regret. She looked up at him and reached to brush the tears away. "I know you are. I can feel it. I appreciate it."

She pressed her forehead to his and just sat there, breathing with him, letting the power flow and call between them, bringing all the emotions back and forth for a while. She was confused, but she cared. Deep in there was this tiny thread of hope.

He wanted to make her happy again. He had made her happy once, hadn't he? All those smiles and laughs. He could do it again if she was willing to give him a chance. He would try his best to be what she needed. Full honesty and openness were not things he was good at. His entire life he had been forced to lie to everyone out of necessity, for survival. But he would try for her. He would do anything to bring that lightness back to her heart. "I'll be better. I'll make you smile again."

She shifted their bodies and pulled him to her chest for a change. The slow beating of her heart calmed him as she ran her fingers steadily through his hair. "Shh, shh, shh. No more worries tonight. Go to sleep. Just go to sleep. I'm here. Just rest."

She'd chosen to be with him and not the tracker. She was here. It was all that mattered. Together, they could do anything.