At this point, she stopped herself, realizing she had just admitted to patricide. No one seemed fazed, however - which spoke volumes about not only the kind of males and females these were, but also the bastard who had been her father.
"I disabused the soldier of the mis-notion he was operating under." She left out the fact that he had struck her, and was glad the bruising on her face had faded. Somehow, she did not believe anyone needed to know about that. "And he believed me. He did not hurt me - in fact, he protected me against his males, giving me his bed - "
Manuel bared his teeth as if he had fangs ... and did not that just turn her on.
"Alone, I slept alone. He kept all of his subordinates upstairs with him." More soothing of Manuel - at least until she realized he was fully aroused, as a male driven to mark his female would be. And how erotic was that. "Ah ... he blindfolded me and had me driven out to a scenic ledge with a view of the city. And then he let me go. That was all."
Wrath spoke up. "He abducted you against your will."
"He believed he had cause. He thought I had killed his father. And as soon as he was set correct on that, he was prepared to release me, but it was daylight, so I could go nowhere. I would have called but my phone was lost and it did not appear that they had any to hand as I did not see such. In fact, they were living in the old way, communally and modestly, in an underground room that was alit with candles."
"Any idea where they stay?" her twin asked.
"I haven't a clue. I was unconscious when they - " As a loud shout of alarm rose up from so many throats, she shook her head. "I was shot by a lesser - "
"What the f**k - "
"You were what?!"
"A gun - "
"Shot with a - "
" - injured?!"
Hmm. Mayhap that was not of help.
As the Brothers all talked over each other, Manuel scooped her up and held her aloft, his face a mask of bald fury. "That's it. We're done here. I'm going to do an exam on you." He looked over at her brother. "Where can I take her."
"Upstairs. Hang a right. Three doors down there's a guest room. I'll have food sent up, and let me know if you need medical supplies."
"Roger that."
And with that, her male hit the stairs with her in his arms.
Good thing she was essentially finished with her story: Given the angle of Manuel's chin, she was not going to do any more talking about her ordeal for some time.
Unless she wanted him in an utter rage.
Indeed, as he was now, it would appear that that soldier had something to worry about if the two of them ever crossed pathways.
"I am so glad to see you," she said roughly. "You were all I thought of when I was ..."
He closed his eyes briefly, as if he were in pain. "They didn't hurt you?"
"No." And that was when she realized what he was worried about.
Placing her palm on his face, she said, "He didn't touch me. None of them did."
The shudder that went through the strong body that carried her was so great, he nearly tripped. But her male recovered fast ... and kept going.
As Vishous watched the human take his sister up the grand staircase, he realized he was witnessing a future unfold right before his very eyes. The pair of them were going to work it out, and that surgeon with the highly questionable musical taste was going to be a part of her life ... and V's ... forevermore.
Abruptly, his mind shifted back twelve months, the rewind button stopping when he got to the place in the narrative when he'd gone to the surgeon's office to scrub the guy's memories of V's own time at St. Francis.
Brother.
He had heard the word brother in his head.
At the time, he hadn't had a f**king clue what it meant - because, come on, like that would ever happen?
And yet here it was, reality once again living up to one of his visions.
Although, for true accuracy, that word should probably have been brother-in-law.
Except then he glanced over at Butch. His best friend was likewise staring upward at the guy.
Shit, he guessed brother might just fit. Which was good. Manello was the kind of guy you wouldn't mind being related to.
As if the king read his mind, Wrath announced, "The surgeon can stay. Long as he wants. And he can have contact with any human family he has - if he wants. As a relation of mine, he is welcome in my home without restriction."
There was a grumble of agreement at that: As always, when it came to the Brotherhood, secrets never stayed secrets for very long, so everyone already knew about the Manello/Butch/Wrath connection. Hell, they'd all looked at that photograph. Especially V.
Although V had done a little more than that. The name "Robert Bluff" had turned out to be a shell - duh. And the male had to be a half-breed; otherwise there was no way he could have worked at any hospital in the daylight hours. The question was whether and how much he knew about his vampire side - and if he was still alive.
As Jane put her head on his heart, he wrapped his arms around her even further. And then he looked over at Wrath. "Xcor, true."
"Yup," the king said. "Verified sighting. And this is not the last time we're going to hear from him. It's only the beginning."
Too right, V thought. The arrival of that band of bastards was not good news for anyone - but most especially Wrath.
"Gentlemen," the king called out, "and ladies, First Meal is getting cold."
Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now.
With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more ... although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into.
As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. "Are you all right?"
He glanced down at his shellan. "I don't think my sister is old enough to have sex."
"V, she's the same age you are."
He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first?
Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that.
Shit, he hadn't even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was ... he had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, f**k you very much.
Nope. If the Scribe Virgin wanted to keep tabs on what her "children" were up to? She could look into those fakakta seeing bowls she liked so much.
He kissed his shellan. "I don't care what the calendar says or about the birth order. That's my baby sister, and she's never going to be old enough to ... 'um, yeah.' "
Jane laughed and retucked herself under his arm. "You are a very sweet male."
"Nah."
"Yeah."
Leading her into the dining room and over to the table, he gallantly pulled her chair out for her, and then he sat to her left so that she was at his dagger hand.
As talk took root in the air, and people set to their plates, and his Jane laughed at something Rhage had said, Vishous looked across to see Butch and Marissa smiling at each other, and holding hands.
You know what, he thought ... life was pretty f**king good right now.
It truly was.
Chapter Fifty-six
Upstairs, Manny kicked the door shut behind him and his woman, and then he walked her over to a bed the size of a football field.
No reason to lock them in. Only an idiot would disturb them.
The glow from the now unshuttered windows gave him enough light to see by, and damn if he didn't like what was before his eyes: his woman, safe and sound, laid out on ...Well, okay, this wasn't their bed, but he was damn well going to turn it into that before morning came.
As he sat down beside her, he discreetly tried to hide the raging hard-on he'd had ever since he'd seen her walk through that door. And though there was a lot they had to talk about, all he could do was stare at her.
Except then the physician in him came out. "You were injured?"
Her lovely hands went down to her robe, and the higher her hem came up, the lower her lids drifted. "I think you'll find I'm healed. It was but a grazing wound way ... up here."
He swallowed hard. Fuck ... yeah, she was fine. The skin of her upper thigh was as smooth as porcelain.
"Mayhap you should examine me closely, however," she drawled.
His lips parted as his lungs got tight. "Are you sure you're okay - and they didn't ... hurt you."
He would never get over that.