“Move fast.”
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah. Go call Rehv. Goddamn it.”
After the door closed again, Wrath groaned. The gentle light of the fire made the agony at his temples worse, but he wasn’t into putting the flames out: Total darkness was not an option, not after this afternoon’s little wake-up call, when midnight was all he had.
Shutting his lids, he tried to get past the pain. Little rest. That was all he needed.
Just a little rest.
FIFTY-ONE
When Xhex returned to ZeroSum, she went in the back door to the VIP section and kept her hands in her pockets. Thanks to her vampire side, she didn’t leave fingerprints, but bloody hands were bloody hands.
And she had Grady’s shit on her pants as well.
But that was why, even in these modern times, the club had an old-fashioned, fire-breathing furnace in the basement.
She did not check in with anyone, just slipped into Rehv’s office and headed through to his bedroom beyond. Fortunately, there was plenty of time to change and clean up, though, because it was going to take the CPD a while to find Grady. The command she’d given to de la Cruz was to leave for the whole night-although with a guy like him, it was possible that his conscience could override the thought she’d planted. Still, she had at minimum a couple of hours.
In Rehv’s apartment, she locked the door and went directly to the shower. After she turned on the hot water, she disarmed and put all of her clothes and her boots down a chute that dumped directly into the furnace.
Fuck the Maytag man. That was the kind of laundry bin people like her needed.
She took her long blade under the water with her and washed her body and the knife with equal care. Her cilices were still on, the soap stinging where the barbed bands dug into her thighs, and she waited until the pain faded before releasing one and then the other-
The wet agony was so great it numbed her legs cold and shot up into her chest, causing her heart to palpitate. As an exhale barreled free of her mouth, she sagged against the marble, knowing there was a good chance she was going to pass out.
Somehow she kept conscious.
Watching all the red bloom around the drain beneath her feet, she thought of Chrissy’s dead body. In that human morgue, the woman’s blood had been black and brown under her mottled gray flesh. Grady’s had run the color of wine, but sure as shit he was going to look just like the girl he killed in a couple of hours-dead on a stainless-steel table with what had once drummed through his veins setting like concrete.
She’d done her job well.
The tears came from nowhere and everywhere, and she despised them.
Ashamed of her weakness, Xhex covered her face with her hands, even though she was alone.
Someone had tried to avenge her death once.
Only she hadn’t been dead-just wishing for it while her body was worked on with all kinds of “instruments.” And the whole chivalrous, hero-on-a-white-horse act hadn’t gone well for her avenger. Murhder had been driven mad. He’d thought he was rescuing a vampire, but surprise! He was actually risking his life to bring home a symphath.
Oops. Guess she forgot to tell her lover that little part.
She wished she had revealed herself. Considering what she was, he’d had a right to know, and maybe if he had, he’d still be in the Brotherhood. Maybe mated to a nice female. Definitely wouldn’t have lost his sanity and taken off for God only knew where.
Avenging was dangerous business, wasn’t it. In the case of Chrissy, it was fine. Everything had worked out. But sometimes what you sought to honor wasn’t worth the effort.
Xhex hadn’t been, and it hadn’t just cost Murhder his mind. And Rehv was still paying for her mistakes.
She thought of John Matthew and wished like hell she hadn’t fucked him. Murhder had been a casual thing for her. John Matthew? Going by the ache in the center of her chest every time she thought of him, she suspected he was a lot more than that-which was why she was trying to lock out of her mind what had happened between them back at her basement place.
The problem was how John Matthew had been with her. The tenderness he had shown threatened to crack her in half, his emotions everything that was soft and gentle and respectful…loving-even though he knew what she was. She’d had to shut him down hard because unless he’d cut that shit, she’d been in danger of pressing her lips to his and losing herself completely.
John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it, or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.
And she was very weak when it came to him.
With a wave of pain, she pictured him on that security monitor with his hands all over Gina. Like the barbed bands she wore, the image overwhelmed her with agony, and she couldn’t help thinking that she deserved what it was going to be like to watch him drown himself in mindless, empty sex.
She turned off the shower, picked up her cilices and the knife from the slick marble flooring, and stepped out, dumping all her metal in a sink to drip-dry.
As she put one of Rehv’s superluxurious black towels to use, she wished it-
“Were sandpaper, right?” Rehv drawled from the doorway.
Xhex paused with the towel across her back and looked into the mirror. Rehv was lounging against the jamb, his sable coat turning him into a great bear of a male, his mohawk and his sharp purple eyes testifying to his warrior side in spite of all the metrosexual clothes he wore.
“How did tonight go?” she asked, putting one foot up on the counter and running the black terry cloth down to her ankle.
“I might ask you the same thing. What the fuck’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.” She put her other leg up. “So how was the meeting?”
Rehv kept his eyes on hers, not because he was respecting the fact that she was buck-ass naked, but because he honestly didn’t care one way or another. Hell, he’d be the same with Trez or iAm flashing their ass: She’d long ago ceased to be female to him even though they fed from each other.
Maybe that was what she liked about John Matthew. He’d looked at her and touched her and treated her like she was a female. Like she were precious.
Not because she wasn’t as strong as he was, but because she was rare and special-
Christ. Spare her from the estrogen. And that would all be in the past tense now, anyway.
“The meeting?” she prompted.
“Fine. Be that way. As for the council? They didn’t show, but this did.” Rehv took a long flat envelope out of his breast pocket and tossed it onto the counter. “I’ll let you read it later. Needless to say my secret’s been known for quite some time. Stepdad blabbed on the way to the Fade, and it was a miracle the shit didn’t get out before now.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“That’s an affidavit, by the way. Not some kind of random scribble on the back of a napkin.” Rehv shook his head. “I’m going to have to get into that house of Montrag’s. See if there are any more copies around.”
“I can do it.”
Those amethyst eyes narrowed. “No offense, but I’ll pass on the offer. You don’t look right.”
“That’s just because you haven’t seen me without clothes on in a while. Get me in leather and you’ll be back to knowing I’m a hard-ass.”
Rehv’s eyes went down to the ragged wounds around her thighs. “Hard to imagine you got on me about what I was doing to my arm, considering what those pins of yours look like.”
She covered herself up with the towel. “I’ll go over to Montrag’s place today.”
