to watch his father have sex. The Bloodletter hadn't distinguished between fighting and fucking and had made no allowances for females' size or weakness.
The Scribe Virgin began shifting around the room again. 'I delivered you unto the camp on your third birthday.'
V became dimly aware of a humming in his head, like a train was gathering speed. Thanks to his parents' little bargain, he'd been living his life in ruins, stuck dealing with the aftermath of his father's cruelty as well as the war camp's vicious lessons.
His voice dropped to a growl. 'Do you know what he did to me? What they did to me there?'
'Yes.'
Throwing all rules of etiquette into the shitter, he said, 'Then why the
'I had given my word.'
V burst to his feet, his hand going to his privates. 'Glad to know your honor stayed intact, even if I didn't. Yeah, that's a fair fucking exchange.'
'I can understand your anger-'
'Can you,
'You are able.'
'How do you know?'
'Think you there is any part of my son I cannot see?'
'You…
A blast of heat came out of her body, hot enough to singe his eyebrows, and her voice cracked through the penthouse. 'Do
'Well, aren't you Mother fucking Teresa,' he shouted, aware that his own body had started to heat up. 'You're supposed to be all-powerful. If you'd given a shit, you could have stepped-'
'Destinies are not chosen, they are conferred-'
'By who? You? Then are you the one I should hate for all the shit that was done to me?' Now he was glowing all over; he didn't even have to look down at his forearms to know that what was within his hand had spread throughout him. Just. Like. Her. 'God…
'My son-'
He bared his fangs. 'You do not call me that.
'I wanted to be-'
'When I was bleeding and torn up and terrified, my mother would have been there. So don't fly me that sonny- boy
There was a long silence. Then her voice came clear and strong. 'You will present yourself to me following my sequester, which starts this night. You will be presented of your mate as a formality. You will return when she is suitably prepared for your use, and you will do what you were birthed to do. And you will do it of your own free choosing.'
'The hell I will. And
'Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, you will do this because if you do not, the race will not survive. If there is any hope of withstanding the onslaughts of the Lessening Society, more Brothers are needed. You of the Brotherhood are but a handful now. In past epochs there were twenty and thirty among you. Where may yet more come but from selective breeding?'
'You let Butch into the Brotherhood, and he wasn't-'
'Special dispensation for a prophecy realized. Not the same at all, and well you know it. His body will never be as strong as yours. If not for his innate power, he could never function as a Brother.'
V looked away from her.
Survival of the species. Survival of the Brotherhood.
He walked around and ended up by his rack and his wall of toys. 'I'm the wrong guy for this kind of thing. I'm not the hero type. I'm not interested in saving the world.'
'The logic is in the biology and cannot be countered.'
Vishous lifted his glowing hand, thinking about the number of times he'd used it to incinerate things. Houses. Cars. 'What about this? You want a whole generation cursed like me? What if I pass this down to my offspring?'
'It is an excellent weapon.'
'So's a dagger, but it doesn't light up your friends.'
'You are blessed, not cursed.'
'Oh, yeah? Try living with the thing.'
'Power requires sacrifice.'
He laughed in a hard rush. 'Well, then, I'd give this shit up in a heartbeat to be normal.'
'Regardless, you have a duty to your species.'
'Uh-huh, right. Just like you had one to a son you birthed. You'd better pray I'm more conscientious with my responsibility.'
He stared out over the city, thinking of the civilians he'd seen battered, beaten, dead at the hands of the Omega's
Man, he hated that she had a point about the logic. There were only five in the Brotherhood now, even with Butch's membership: Wrath couldn't fight by law, because he was the king. Tohrment had disappeared. Darius had died last summer. So there were five against an ever-replenishing enemy. Making it worse, the
And as for making more Brothers… Small pool of sires to choose from. By law Wrath as king could lay with any female in the species, but he was fully bonded to Beth. So too were Rhage and Z to their females. Tohr, assuming he was still alive and ever came back, wasn't going to be in any frame of mind to get members of the Chosen pregnant. Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man- whore material.
'Shit.' While he chewed on the situation, the Scribe Virgin stayed quiet. As if she knew one word from her, and he would drop the whole thing and to hell with the race.
He turned around to face her. 'I'll do it on one condition.'
'Which is.'
'I live here, with my brothers. I fight with my brothers. I'll go to the Other Side and'-
'The Primale lives-'
'This one won't, so take me or leave me.' He glared at her. 'And know this. I am enough of a selfish bastard that if you don't agree, I will walk, and then where will you be? After all, you can't make me fuck females for the rest of my life, not unless you want to work my cock yourself.' He smiled coldly. 'And how's that for some biology, true?'
Now it was her turn to move around the room. As he watched her and waited, he hated that they seemed to think in the same manner-with motion.
She stopped by the rack and reached out a glowing hand, hovering it above the hardwood slab. The remnants of the sex he'd had vanished into thin air, the mess cleaned up, as if she didn't approve. 'I thought perhaps you