regulation weakens everyone. There's no natural balance, no strengthening of the species. Maybe that's why there are so few of you left. You've killed yourself by trying to save them.'
I sat with my hands deceptively slack in my lap, feeling the tension rise in the small room. Culling weak clientele? Strengthening the species? Who in hell did he think he was?
Lee made a quick movement, and I twitched.
'But the bottom line,' Lee said, easing back when he saw me move, 'is that I'm here because you are changing the rules. And I'm not leaving. It's too late for that. You can hand everything over to me and graciously move off the continent, or I will take it, one orphanage, one hospital, one train station, street corner, and bleeding- heart innocent at a time.' He took a sip of his drink and cradled it in his laced hands. 'I like games, Trent. And if you remember, I won whatever we played.'
Trent's eye twitched. It was his only show of emotion. 'You have two weeks to get out of my city,' he said, his voice a smooth ribbon of calm water hiding a deadly under-tow. 'I'm going to maintain my distribution. If your father wants to talk, I'm listening.'
'Your city?' Lee flicked his eyes over me, then back to Trent. 'Looks to me like it's split.' He arched his thin eyebrows. 'Very dangerous, very attractive. Piscary is in prison. His scion is ineffective. You're vulnerable from the veneer of honest businessman you hide behind. I'm going to take Cincinnati and the distribution net you have so painstakingly developed, and use it as it ought to be. It's a waste, Trent. You could control the entire Western Hemisphere with what you have, and you're pissing it away on half-strength Brimstone and biodrugs to dirt farmers and welfare cases that won't ever make anything of themselves—or anything for you.'
A seething anger warmed my face. I happened to be one of those welfare cases, and though I would probably be shipped off to Siberia in a biocontainment bag if it ever got out, I bristled. Trent was scum, but Lee was disgusting. I opened my mouth to tell him to shut up about things he didn't understand when Trent touched my leg with his shoe in warning.
The rims of Trent's ears had gone red, and his jaw was tight. He tapped at the arm of the chair, a deliberate show of his agitation. 'I do control the Western Hemisphere,' Trent said, his low, resonating voice making my stomach clench. 'And my welfare cases have given me more than my father's paying customers—Stanley.'
Lee's tanned face went white in anger, and I wondered what was being said that I didn't understand. Perhaps it hadn't been college. Maybe they had met at 'camp.'
'Your money can't force me out,' Trent added. 'Ever. Go tell your father to lower his Brimstone levels and I'll back off from the West Coast.'
Lee stood, and I stiffened, ready to move. He placed his hands spread wide, bracing himself. 'You overestimate your reach, Trent. You did when we were boys, and nothing has changed. It's why you almost drowned trying to swim back to shore, and why you lost every game we played, every race we ran, every girl we made a prize.' He was pointing now, underscoring his words. 'You think you're more than you are, having been coddled and praised for accomplishments that everyone else takes for granted. Face it. You're the last of your kind, and it's your arrogance that put you there.'
My eyes shifted between them. Trent sat with his legs comfortably crossed and his fingers laced. He was absolutely still. He was incensed, none of it showing but for the hem of his slacks trembling. 'Don't make a mistake you can't walk away from,' he said softly. 'I'm not twelve anymore.'
Lee backed up, a misplaced satisfaction and confidence in him as he eyed the door behind me. 'You could have fooled me.'
The door latch shifted and I jerked. Candice walked in, an institutional-white mug of coffee in her hand. 'Excuse me,' she said, her kitten-soft voice only adding to the tension. She slunk between Trent and Lee, breaking their gazes on each other.
Trent shook out his sleeves and took a slow breath. I glanced at him before reaching for the coffee. He looked shaken, but it was from repressing his anger, not fear. I thought of his biolabs and Ceri safely hiding with an old man across the street from my church. Was I making choices for her that she should be making for herself?
The mug was thick, the warmth of it seeping into my fingers when I took it. My lip curled when I realized she had put cream in it. Not that I was going to drink it. 'Thanks,' I said, making an ugly face right back at her when she took a sexually charged pose atop Lee's desk, her legs crossed at the knee.
'Lee,' she said, leaning to make a provocative show. 'There is a slight problem on the floor that needs your attention.'
Looking annoyed, he pushed her out of his way. 'Deal with it, Candice. I'm with friends.'
Her eyes went black and her shoulders stiffened. 'It's something you need to attend. Get your ass downstairs. It won't wait.'
I flicked my gaze to Trent, reading his surprise. Apparently the pretty vamp was more than decoration. Partner? I wondered. She sure was acting like it.
She cocked one eyebrow at Lee in mocking petulance, making me wish I could do the same. I still hadn't bothered to learn how. 'Now, Lee,' she prompted, slipping off the desk and going to hold the door for him.
His brow furrowed. Brushing his short bangs from his eyes, he pushed his chair back with excessive force. 'Excuse me.' Thin lips tight, he nodded to Trent walked out, his feet thumping on the stairway.
Candice smiled predatorily at me before she slipped out after him. 'Enjoy your coffee,' she said, closing the door. There was a click as it locked.
Twenty-six
I took a deep breath, listening to the silence. Trent shifted his legs to put his ankle atop a knee. Eyes distant and worried, he chewed on a lower lip, looking nothing like the drug lord and murderer he was. Funny, you couldn't tell by looking.
'She locked the door,' I said, jumping at the sound of my own voice.
Trent lifted his eyebrows. 'She doesn't want you to wander. I think it's a good idea.'
Snarky elf, I thought. Stifling a frown, I went to the small round window looking out across the frozen river. Using the flat of my hand, I wiped the condensation from it and took in the varied skyline. Carew Tower was lit up with holiday lights, glowing with the gold, green, and red film they covered the top floor windows with so they would shine like huge bulbs. It was clear tonight, and I could even see a few stars through the city's light pollution.
Turning, I put my hands behind my back. 'I don't trust your friend.'
'I never have. You'll live longer that way.' Trent's tight jaw eased and the green of his eyes went a little less hard. 'Lee and I spent our summers together when we were boys. Four weeks at one of my father's camps, four weeks at his family's beach house on a manmade island off the coast of California. It was supposed to foster goodwill between our families. He's the one who set the ward on my great window, actually.' Trent shook his head. 'He was twelve. Quite an accomplishment for him at the time. Still is. We had a party. My mother fell into the hot tub, she was so tipsy. I should replace it with glass now that we're—having difficulties.'
He was smiling in a bittersweet memory, but I had stopped listening. Lee set the ward? It had taken the color of my aura, just like the disk in the game room. Our auras resonated to a similar frequency. Eyes squinting, I thought about our shared aversion to red wine. 'He has the same blood disease I do, doesn't he?' I said. It couldn't be a coincidence. Not with Trent.
Trent's head jerked up. 'Yes,' he said cautiously. 'That's why I don't understand this. My father saved his life, and now he's squabbling over a few million a year?'
Few million a year. Pocket change for the rich and filthy. Restless, I glanced at Lee's desk, deciding I had nothing to learn by sifting through the drawers. 'You, ah, monitor the levels of Brimstone you produce?'
Trent's expression went guarded, then, as if making a decision, he ran a hand across his hair to make it lie flat. 'Very carefully, Ms. Morgan. I'm not the monster you'd like me to be. I'm not in the business of killing people; I'm in the business of supply and demand. If I didn't produce it, someone else would, and it wouldn't be a safe product. Thousands would die.' He glanced at the door and uncrossed his legs to put both feet on the floor. 'I can guarantee it.'
