him.â
âHow can you have so much faith in me? Honestly,â she asked. âArenât you afraid of your father?â
He set aside his bowl. âNo.â
âAnd there. That,â she said, watching his profile in the flickering light. âI donât like what happens to you when you think about him, and now weâre actually going to have to negotiate with him.â
Leon shifted slightly, allowing a gap of space to widen between them. She hated that.
She softened her voice. âWhy donât you talk about him?â
He pushed a hand back through his hair. âWhy do you bring him up? We know heâs ruthless. Heâs also politically astute, which is in our favor. He canât afford to look as ruthless as he is, so outwardly, heâll have to be diplomatic.â
She uncoiled and reached for her stew again, then swallowed another spoonful. She didnât have to be looking at the scars on Leonâs back to know they were there. âItâs what he can do to you privately that worries me,â she said.
Leon tossed a bit of a stick into the fire. âYou donât need to worry about me. Thereâs nothing left there, Gaia.â
She doubted the Protectorat felt equally neutral about Leon. âWhat about your mother?â
âI left on decent terms with Genevieve. There wonât be any reason to see her much, not when Iâm living outside the wall with you.â
Gaia suspected that was an over-simplification, too. Uneasy, she glanced down at her monocle and locket watch, glinting in the firelight. Somewhere ahead, in a grave in Potterâs Field, her father lay decomposing, if he wasnât dust in the dry earth already. She had no idea if her mother was buried beside him, though she hoped so. Complicated as Leonâs family was, at least he had people to return to. His sister Evelyn would welcome him, and his brother Rafael, too. He had a birth father outside the wall. By contrast, Gaia had no family to return to, beyond her newfound brother Jack and another brother in the Enclave sheâd never even met.
A spark snapped in the fire, and the logs shifted, letting out a new burst of heat. âDo you think youâll get to know Derek better?â Gaia asked.
âHeâs a good man. Iâm not sure how much heâll want me involved with his new family, but Iâll certainly look him up. Heâd want that much, I know.â Leon smiled, studying her attentively. âYou donât need to worry about my family liking you,â he said. âItâs not like we need anyoneâs approval.â
âI know.â
He drew her hand into his so she could feel the warmth in his fingers. âMarry me,â he said. âDonât make me wait anymore.â
Sheâd known this question was coming again. Heâd been patient for a whole year. But knowing the moment was here didnât mean she was ready.
âGaia, weâre starting a new life. We should do it together,â he added. âYou know we should. You canât still have doubts about us.â
âI donât about you,â she said. âIâm sure about you.â And she was. No one would ever love her as deeply as Leon did.
He almost sounded hurt, and she couldnât stand that.
âThen whatâs left?â
âIâm afraid,â she said. âI donât care if itâs not rational. Iâm afraid the Protectorat will go after you deliberately because Iâm the Matrarc. He could try to hurt you to manipulate me if weâre married.â
âYouâre too late, then,â Leon said. âHeâll know we love each other whether weâre married or not. All he has to do is ask anyone whoâs seen us together this past year.â
âWe could pretend weâve argued,â she suggested.
âAnd then youâd what? Pretend to start up with someone else?â His voice turned