Lover Revealed

looked on from the corner.

The mother was the one who glanced up. As she saw Butch and V, she retracted in on herself, bringing her pilled sweater closer to her body and dropping her eyes to the floor.

Butch swallowed hard and kept going.

They were at the bank of elevators, waiting for one, when he said, 'V?'

'Yeah?'

'Even though it's nothing concrete, you have an idea of what was done to me, don't you?' He didn't look at his roommate. V didn't look at him.

'Maybe. But we're not alone here.'

An electronic ding sounded and the doors opened. They rode up in silence.

When they'd walked out of the mansion and into the night, Butch said, 'I bled black for a while, you know.'

'They noted in your chart that the color came back.'

Butch snagged V's arm and wheeled the male around. 'Am I part lesser now?'

There. It was out on the table. His biggest fear, his reason for running from Marissa, the hell he was going to have to learn to live with.

V stared into his eyes. 'No.'

'How do we know?'

'Because I reject that conclusion.'

Butch dropped his hold. 'Dangerous to put your head in the sand, vampire. I could be your enemy now.'

'Bull. Shit.'

'Vishous, I could—'

V grabbed him by the lapels and yanked him up against his body. The brother was trembling from head to foot, his eyes glowing like crystals in the night. 'You are not my enemy,'

Instantly pissed off, Butch gripped V's powerful shoulders, bunching up the leather jacket in his fists. 'How do we know for sure.'

V bared his fangs and hissed, his black eyebrows cranking down hard. Butch gave the aggression right back, hoping, praying, ready for them to start clocking each other. He was jonesing to hit and get hit back; he wanted blood all over the both of them.

For long moments, they stayed locked together, muscles straining, sweat blooming, right on the edge.

Then Vishous's voice came out into the space between their faces, the cracked tone riding a panting, desperate breath and getting bucked off. 'You are my only friend. Never my enemy.'

No telling who embraced who first, but the urge to beat the living shit out of the other guy bled from their bodies, leaving only the bond between them. They wound up tight together and stood for a time in the cold wind. When they stepped back, it was awkwardly and with embarrassment.

After some throat clearing on both sides, V took out a hand-rolled and lit it. As he exhaled, he said, 'You're not a lesser, cop. The heart is removed when that happens. Yours is still beating.'

'Maybe it was a partial job? Something that was interrupted?'

'That I can't answer. I went through the race's records, looking for something, anything. Didn't find shit the first trip through, so I'm reading the Chronicles all over again. Hell, I'm even checking in the human world, looking for obscure shit on the Internet.' V blew out another cloud of Turkish smoke. 'I'll find out. Somehow, some way, I'll find out.'

'Have you tried to see what's coming?'

'You mean the future?'

'Yeah.'

'Of course I have.' V dropped the hand-rolled, crushed it with his shitkicker, then bent down and picked up the butt. As he slipped the deadie into his back pocket, he said, 'But I'm still getting nothing. Shit… I need a drink.'

'Me, too. ZeroSum?'

'You sure you're up for that?'

'Not in the slightest.'

'All right then, ZeroSum it is.'

They walked over to the Escalade and got in, Butch riding shotgun. After putting on his seat belt, his hand went to his stomach. His abdomen was hurting like a bitch now because he'd been mobile, but the pain didn't matter. Matter of fact, nothing really seemed to.

They were just pulling out of Hayers's drive when V said, 'By the way, you got a telephone call on the general line. Late last night. Guy named Mikey Rafferty.'

Butch frowned. Why would one of his brothers-in-law be calling, especially that one? Of all his sisters and brothers, Joyce disliked him the most—which was really saying something, considering how the others felt. Had his father finally had the heart attack that had been waiting in the wings all these years?

'What did he say?'

'Baptizing a kid. Wanted you to know so you could show if you were into it. It's this Sunday.'

Butch looked out the window. Another baby. Well, Joyce's first, but it was grandchild number… how many? Seven? No… eight.

As they drove along in silence, heading toward the city's urban hub, the lights from oncoming cars flared and faded. Houses were passed. Then stores. Then turn-of-the-century office buildings. Butch thought of all the people living and breathing in Caldwell.

'You ever want kids, V?'

'Nope. Not interested.'

'I used to.'

'No more?'

'Not gonna happen for me, but it doesn't matter. Plenty of O'Neals in this world now. Plenty.'

Fifteen minutes later, they were downtown and parked behind ZeroSum, but he found it hard to get out of the Escalade. The familiarity of it all—the car, his roommate, his watering hole—unsettled him. Because even though it was just the same, he had changed.

Frustrated, cagey, he reached forward and got a Red Sox hat out of the glove compartment. As he put it on, he opened the door, telling himself he was being melodramatic and this was all business as usual.

The moment he stepped foot out of the SUV, he froze.

'Butch? What is it, my man?'

Well, wasn't that the million-dollar question. His body seemed to have turned into some kind of tuning fork. Energy was vibrating through him… drawing him…

He turned and started walking down Tenth Street, moving fast. He just had to find out what it was, this magnet, this homing signal.

'Butch? Where you going, cop?'

When V grabbed his arm, Butch snapped free and broke into a jog, feeling like he was on the end of a rope and something was pulling him.

He was dimly aware of V jogging next to him and talking as if he'd gotten on his cell phone. 'Rhage? I got me a situation here. Tenth Street. No, it's Butch.'

Butch began to run flat out, the cashmere coat flapping behind him. When Rhage's towering body materialized in his path from out of nowhere, he made a shift to get around the male.

Rhage jumped right in his way. 'Butch, where you going?'

When the brother grabbed at him, Butch shoved Rhage back so hard the guy slammed against a brick building. 'Don't touch me!'

Two hundred yards of hauling it later, he found what was calling him: Three lessers coming out of an alley.

Butch stopped. The slayers stopped. And there was a hideous moment of communion, one that brought tears to Butch's eyes as he recognized in them what was inside of him.

'Are you a new recruit?' one of them asked.