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He'd lived and
    died for her. Had died a death no human being should ever have to suffer. And for what? So
    that she could run from him and deny they'd ever loved each other.
    His father had been right. Women were useless outside of the bedroom and only a fool
    would ever give his heart to one.
    "What are you doing in my room?" she breathed, finally breaking the taut silence that was
    rife with their bitter emotions.
    His gut tightened at the sound of her cadent voice that was so similar to what he
    remembered and at the same time alien. She no longer bore her native accent. Now she
    sounded like the women in the American TV shows that Viktor watched.
    Velkan ached to reach out and touch her, but honestly he didn't trust himself not to choke her
    if he tried. Anger, lust, and tenderness were at war inside him and he had no idea which of
    them would ultimately win. But none of it boded well for the woman in front of him.
    "I wanted to verify your presence with my own eyes."
    She held her arms up in a sarcastic gesture. "Obviously, I'm here."
    "Obviously."
    She stepped back, her eyes guarded. "Well then, you can leave." She gestured toward the
    door.
    It was hard to stand here when all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and taste those
    mocking lips. The air between them was filled with their mutual hatred. Their mutual desire.
    He still didn't know how it had come to this. How a man could love a woman so desperately
    and still want to kill her.
    It didn't make sense.
    A million thoughts clashed inside his head. He wanted to tell her that he'd missed her. He
    wanted to tell her that he wished she were dead. That he'd never laid eyes on her.
    Most of all, he just wanted to stay here and soak in the beauty of her features until he was
    drunk on them. You are one sick bastard. This was a woman who'd abandoned him five
    hundred years ago.
    He might not have much in his life, but he did have his dignity. Be damned again if he'd allow
    her to take that from him. With a curt nod to her, he stepped back and turned toward the
    window to leave.
    "I want a divorce."
    Those words stopped him cold. "What?"
    "You heard me. I want a divorce."
    He laughed bitterly as he looked at her over his shoulder. "As you wish, Princess. But make
    certain that you take a camcorder to the courthouse, as I would like to see the look on their
    faces when you present them with our marriage scroll and they note the date of it."
    "That's not what I mean," she said coldly. "I want to be free of you. Forever."
    Those words tore through him like a hot lance and did twice the damage. Grinding his teeth,
    he looked out the window, into the black night that had been his only solace all these
    centuries past. "Then take your freedom and leave. I never want to see your face again."
     
    Retta didn't know why his words shredded her heart, but they did. They even succeeded in
    bringing tears to her eyes as she watched him turn himself into a bat before he flew through
    her open windows.
    In spite of everything, she wanted to call him back, but her pride wouldn't let her. It was best
    this way. They would both be free now…
    Free for what?
    She was still immortal. And no matter how much she hated it, she was still in love with her
    husband. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she realized the truth. She should never have
    come back here. Never.
    But now it was too late. After all this time, she knew the truth. She loved Velkan . Even with all
    the lies and the betrayal. He still held her heart captive.
    How could she be so stupid?
    Closing her eyes, she saw him as he'd been on the day they'd married. It'd been a small
    monastery in the mountains. For the first time since childhood and in order to honor her,
    Velkan had laid aside his armor and wore a simple doublet of black velvet. Still unrefined
    even though he was a prince, he'd left his long hair loose to trail over his shoulders. She'd
    been dressed in a gown of dark green samite and velvet, trimmed in sable that