The Heartwood oh, adi, don't you know you're still number one?

each word, blow after blow after—

and he understood. truly, he did. but then, why had she come crying into his chest like she had. . .?

then what do you want from me, ishara? he asked. why are you sad that i wasn't there for you, in your heat? if you're so happy with yourself, why does it matter which man you take to your bed?

his frustration was beginning to grow, and he worked to tamp it down, jaw working with the effort.

i get that you're cranky and. . .and pregnant—but why did you think of me? why did you count on me to be there? easy, why did you think i'd be there when i've shown you year in and year out that i'd not be there?!

adi's eyes blazed hot fire, and he caught his breath, steadying himself.