They went on that way for a couple of days. Alina spent most of her time with the tracker. It tore Aleksander up but he permitted it for her. Most of Aleksander's time was spent handling details of the war, receiving intelligence reports, and managing Ravka. Keeping everyone alive kept him focused.

It was the evenings he spent alone that were driving him mad. He kept thinking of Alina's desire to be fully honest with each other and Fedyor's words of the importance of knowing and accepting a partner wholly, even with flaws. He had always been a strategist, always played through all scenarios in his head a thousand times until he arrived at one he liked. No matter what scenario he envisioned with Alina, none of them ever turned out as he desired. He desperately longed for the kind of love and acceptance that Alina called for. There had been so many years alone where he had yearned for someone to share things with. However, every time he tried to plan the discussion of one of his secrets, it all went to hell quickly. He had even spent one evening writing it all out for her in the hopes that would help him solidify his thoughts. It hadn't, and he'd burned it all as he realized how beyond stupid it would be to give her such information in writing.

The problem, he realized, was that he could eloquently justify every decision he had made, but no matter how he poured his heart out into explaining it all, none of that would make the truth any less horrible. Marie was dead-that knowledge would hurt Alina, and he just couldn't stand the idea of her experiencing all that pain. Genya was his spy-without the centuries of seeing Grisha persecuted to understand what it meant if they lost this war, without seeing the king's ineptness firsthand, seeing the battalions they had lost because of inadequate supplies and wasted funds, she would never be able to understand this decision. It was unforgivable to leave Genya in that situation. He knew it was, even if Genya had agreed to stay in it herself. That didn't mean it wasn't the necessary decision, too. They weren't mutually exclusive, but Alina would never be able to grasp that. He had a way to potentially take control of her power and use it against her will-would she ever believe he didn't intend to use it? Was that even really true? He had always hated the idea and told everyone they would not be using it, but deep down he had always known it was the back-up plan. Could he even say he didn't intend to use it if he knew there were circumstances where he would? All the thoughts swirled in his head and threatened to take him past his breaking point. And then she would be there to help him sleep and somehow it was enough to get him through the next day.

He was stuck, and he didn't see a way out of this pattern. He couldn't stop thinking of ways to try to explain things to her. He needed her. His desire for her to actually accept him was overwhelming. But how could she? As he imagined trying to explain things to her, he saw things through her eyes. It was a fresh perspective, and what he saw was horrifying. It all caused him horrible guilt, and, yet, he knew he would make the same decisions again. Over the centuries, he had become numb to accepting the small pains to prevent the true horrors. Alina had reignited emotion inside him, and suddenly everything was raw again.

Aleksander looked at the clock and groaned. It would still be several hours before Alina would visit his chambers to help him sleep. He could not take another night of tearing himself apart while trying to come up with words to help Alina understand how the murder and torture of Grisha over the centuries had forced him to make harder and harder choices. He should get up and do something productive, something, anything to keep his mind active. The library might be a good idea. He thought he had most of the good sources on the Stag in his chambers, but there could still be some good books with more information on relics in general that he and David had not yet read that could at least keep his mind engaged. There was the added bonus that the library reminded him of happier times with Alina. He had never seen someone smile so broadly at books. The memory of stolen kisses between the shelves brought a smile to his face.

Decision made, Aleksander strode to the library. He froze when he saw Ivan hovering near an alcove. Ivan was supposed to be guarding Alina. Aleksander raised an eyebrow, and Ivan gestured with his chin toward the alcove. Years of working together made a silent exchange possible. Alina was in the alcove, and Ivan thought Aleksander should go in there.

"Alina," Aleksander gasped as he took in her appearance. In her nightgown and robe, she was disheveled, hair a mess, with tears in her eyes.

She desperately tried to wipe the tears away when she saw him. "Aleksander."

"You're crying," he whispered as he closed the distance between them.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired."

He reached out and tilted her chin until she met his eyes. "You never let me get away with that line."

The tears started to fall again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. To his surprise, she started sobbing. He tentatively sent his power through to her. It caressed against hers and begged for a response. This time, she let the connection flow between them. Emotions echoed back and forth with the familiar comfort of each other. She was sad, confused, scared. He was concerned. He made sure to let her feel his love for her, whether she wanted it or not.

"I missed this," she whispered after a long while.

He blinked. Didn't she know she was in control of that? He constantly longed for the connection with her. She was the one who decided when they were allowed to have this. "I missed you."

She sighed and finally let go of the stress in her. In their bond, she pulled for his comfort.

"Did he hurt you?" It was a quiet question, but there was a clear threat in his tone. If the tracker had harmed her, there was nothing that would stop him from enjoying that man's death.

"No," she responded quickly. "It's nothing like that."

"Are things not going the way you want with the tracker?" He tried not to enjoy that idea. Alina was hurting. That was bad even if it would result in the tracker being out of the picture.

"You'll be relieved to know that we've realized what we are to each other and it's family. I tried to kiss him. It was awful. So awful, Aleksander." She made a face and then gave a soft little laugh. "I do love him, but that felt so wrong, and I realized it's because he's like my brother."

"That is not why you are crying, though." He could tell. He couldn't let himself become distracted by the jealousy he felt at the idea of the tracker's lips on hers, even if it was awful as she said. She was comfortable with the decision that the relationship with the tracker was not romantic. He might take more joy in that, but he could not because something else was devastating her. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I'm afraid it will upset you."

Because the tracker had actually hurt her? Because she was going to say something against Aleksander? Something to break his heart? "I can take it." He kissed the top of her forehead. "If I somehow found a way to talk to you about the Fold, you can share this with me."

She looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. "I can't. You'll hurt him or ... lock him in the dungeons."

So this was about the tracker. He might very much like to kill, mame, or at least imprison the tracker for whatever she was about to say next, but he knew she wouldn't tell him unless he agreed not to hurt that idiot and she could feel that he meant it. He took her hand in his so she could get a strong read of his emotions. "I promise I won't hurt him without your permission." That, at least, he could agree to. He'd just convince her to let him kill the tracker if that was called for.

Unable to look him in the eye as she spoke, she focused her gaze on the floor and whispered. "He wants us to run away and hide. He has a whole plan. I tried to explain how I can't do that. I can't hide my power. I told him how sick it used to make me. I didn't understand what was causing it at the time, but now I do and I can't go back to not being able to eat or sleep, to feeling so exhausted constantly. Nadia told me some stories of Grisha who tried to suppress their powers and got seriously ill. But he just keeps saying it will be fine just for a little while."

Aleksander tried not to react to the news that the tracker was trying to escape with her, but Alina could probably feel his response. Anger was there, of course, but more than anything it triggered his protective instincts. He swallowed as he tried to push away any concerns of the tracker stealing her out of his safe space in the Little Palace. That wasn't why Alina had told him or what she was asking for his help with. "He doesn't accept you as you are, but it's only because he doesn't understand you. What we are is impossible for him to comprehend."

She leaned against his chest so he could wrap his arms back around her. "He keeps saying things against Grisha. Not against me, he says not me, but … I don't even think he realizes he's doing it half the time. 'We can't trust her, she's Grisha.' 'Those people always have tricks up their sleeves.' Please don't be mad at him. He isn't trying to hurt me, but it does."

"Prejudice against our kind is something learned at an early age. It's so ingrained in Ravkan society, worse so in other countries, he probably does not realize that it is hate he is speaking." He took a deep breath. "I'm not trying to defend or slander him. It's the truth you need to hear, Alina. He is otkazat'sya. You are Grisha. They have always hated our kind. Fight as we may to be accepted, we never are."

"I'm tired of feeling so … foreign … other." She sighed.

"Do you feel like that here at the Little Palace? When you are with me?"

"No, and when he says things like that … I … It's stupid. I'm so stupid."

She knew he couldn't stand for her to put herself down, but he was trying to get her to open up and let all her feelings out, so he didn't correct her. "Tell me. All of it."

"I'm a mess, Aleksander. I'm such a mess."

"You hold me together when I am a mess. I can do the same for you."

"When he says things that hurt me, all I want is you. I miss you. I miss our connection. I find I can't breathe when I'm not with you. There's just this tightness in my chest that won't go away. I long to reach out to our bond."

"And that's a bad thing? Maybe when he puts you down, you subconsciously reach for the only person who has ever made you feel like you are enough and worthy of being loved. I wanted to give that to you, Alina."

"I'm so scared, Aleksander. I'm in here crying because I need you and I'm so scared to need you!"

"You have taught me it's okay to need you. It's okay to need acceptance and love, Alina. I offer those."

"How can I need you if I don't even know if I trust you?" Her voice cracked.

Aleksander sucked in a breath at the pain those words caused. "Because of what Baghra said?"

She nodded into his chest. "And the manipulation. If I didn't know about the letters, what else don't I know? What else are you doing to manipulate me? At times I think I am strong enough and I can tell when you are lying to me, so that will be enough for me to be able to stay in control of things with you. Other times I'm terrified that I'm still falling for you and I will end up your slave. I realize I'm not in control of anything. I don't feel whole unless I'm with you! When I'm with Mal, I am constantly thinking of you. I thought that if I gave myself some space, I could separate from that and sort things out, but it's only worse. It takes all my strength not to run to your rooms because I need you."

He wanted to reassure her that he was worthy of her trust, but he wasn't sure that was even true. Wasn't he just a bit earlier going through the list of all the secrets he had kept from her? He hadn't managed to confide any of them to her or even come up with a plan of how he could. "There's so much you don't know," he admitted. "It terrifies me, too. Trying to find a way to share it all with you is destroying me." It was the full truth for once. There were horrible secrets there. He did not want to be manipulating her. He truly did want her to know all of it now, but he wanted her to understand it all too. Figuring out how to make that happen was eating him alive. He focused on those feelings and opened their bond fully so she can know the truth of that. "I need you. I fear if I use the wrong words, you will leave me, and I will not survive."

"So … we both are driving ourselves mad with self doubt and worry and the pain of being apart. What do we even do with that?"

"If I had come up with a solution, I would not still be tearing myself apart trying to figure it out." He sighed at the familiar ache in his chest. "Do you … Do you want to just take a break from … trying to figure everything out? My only solace in life is you. If I am your only respite, can we not just give ourselves a night to have that?" He needed a break, and she needed his comfort. They both were in so much pain from trying to survive alone.

"I'd like that," she admitted, finally looking up into his eyes.

Aleksander reached out his hand and cupped her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and the clenching in his chest finally relaxed. She wanted his comfort. He wasn't quite sure what a break would look like to her. Would she just want to sit and read in the library? Hold each other perhaps?

Tentatively, he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips parted, and her body arched into him as if she could not get enough of his touch. He was shocked at the flood of desire that she released through their bond. There was no doubt that she wanted more.

As much as he longed to make mad love to her right there in the bookshelves even with Ivan only an aisle away, it didn't feel quite right to dive straight into ripping off her clothes. Their relationship was awkward and uncertain at the moment. They needed cuddles and contact and warmth before he reminded her what it felt like to have her body worshipped. An idea occurred to him. "Do you want to take a bath together?"

She smiled. "Yes, please."