No'One walked over to the windows and looked out over the bright green grass. "How did you find out she had been taken from you?"
"My king. My brothers. They came to me... and they told me she had been shot."
"What happened after that?"
"I screamed. I took myself somewhere, anywhere else. I cried for weeks in the wilderness alone."
"You didn't perform a Fade ceremony?"
"I didn't come back for nearly a year." He cursed and scrubbed his face. "I can't believe you're asking me this shit, and I can't believe I'm answering."
She shrugged. "It is because you were cruel to me at the pool. You feel guilty, and I feel like you owe me something. The latter makes me bold and the former loosens your lips."
He opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. "You're very smart."
"Not really. It is obvious."
"What did you see in the bowls?"
"Are you sure you wish me to say?"
"All of it plays in my head on an endless loop. Not gonna be a news flash, whatever it is."
"She told you she was pregnant in your kitchen. You fell to the floor before her - she was happy, you were not."
As he blanched, she wished she'd shared one of the other scenes.
And then he surprised her. "It's weird... but I knew it was bad news. Too much good fortune. She wanted one so badly. Every ten years we fought about it when she had her needing. Finally, it got to the point where she was going to leave me if I didn't agree to let her try. It was like choosing between taking a bullet or a blade - either way, I knew... somehow I was going to lose her."
Using the crutch, he hobbled over to a chair, pulled it out, and sat down. As he awkwardly maneuvered his injured foot around, she realized they had yet another thing in common.
She approached him slowly and unevenly and sat at the desk beside him. "I am so sorry." When he seemed a bit surprised, she shrugged once again. "How can I not offer condolences in the face of your loss? In truth, after seeing you both together, I don't think I shall ever forget how much you loved her."
After a moment, he murmured hoarsely, "That makes two of us."
As they fell silent, Tohr stared at the small, hooded figure sitting so still next to him. They were separated by about four feet, each parked at one of the scribing desks. But they seemed closer than that.
"Take your hood off for me." As No'One hesitated, he tacked on, "You saw the best of my life. I want to see your eyes."
Her pale hands lifted, and they shook ever so slightly as she removed what covered her face.
She didn't look at him. Likely couldn't.
With dispassionate focus, he measured the spectacular angles of her features. "Why do you wear that all the time."
She took a deep breath, the robe rising and falling such that he was forced to remember she was probably still naked under it.
"Tell me," he demanded.
As she squared her shoulders, he thought that anyone who believed this female was weak had another think coming.
"This face" - she motioned around her perfectly angled jaw and her rosy, high cheeks - "is not who I am. If people see it, they treat me with a deference that is inappropriate. Even the Chosen did so. I cover it up because if I don't, then I am propagating a lie, and even if it grinds upon only me, that is enough."
"You have quite a way of putting things."
"Is the explanation not sufficient."
"It is." When she went to raise the thing up again, he reached out and put his hand on her arm. "If I promise to forget what you look like, will you keep it down? I can't judge your mood as well when you're hiding - and in case you haven't noticed, we're not exactly talking about the weather here."
She kept her hand on one half of the hood, as if she couldn't let go. And then she locked her eyes on him - so directly he recoiled.
It was the first time she'd really looked at him, he realized. Ever.
Speaking with likewise candor, she said, "Just so that you and I are utterly clear with each other, I have no interest in any male. I am sexually repulsed by your kind, and that includes yourself."
He cleared his throat. Pulled at his muscle shirt. Shifted in the chair.
Then he took a slow, relieved breath.
No'One continued, "If I have offended you - "
"No, not at all. I know it's not personal."
"It truly is not."
"To be honest, it makes things... easier. Because I feel the same way."
At this, she actually smiled a little. "Two peas in a pod are we, indeed."
They were quiet for a time. Until he said abruptly, "I'm still in love with my shellan."
"Why wouldn't you be. She was lovely."
He felt himself smile for the first time in... so long. "It wasn't just her looks. It was everything about her."
"I could tell by the way you stared at her. You were enthralled."
He picked up one of the quills and checked out the fine, sharp cut of its tip. "God... I was nervous that night we were mated. I wanted her so badly - and I couldn't believe she was going to be mine."
"Was it arranged?"
"Yeah, by my mahmen. My father didn't care about that kind of thing - or for me, for that matter. But my mother took care of things the best she could - and she was smart. She knew if I got a good female, I'd be set for life. Or at least... that was the plan."
"Is your mahmen alive?"
"No, and I'm glad she isn't. She wouldn't have... liked any of this."
"And your father?"
"He's dead, too. He disowned me until he got close to the grave. About six months before he died, he called me to him - and I wouldn't have gone but for Wellsie. She made me, and she was right. He formally reclaimed me on his deathbed. I'm not sure why it was so important to him, but there you go."
"What about Darius? I have not seen him around - "
"He was killed by the enemy. Just before Wellsie was." As she gasped and put her hand to her mouth, he nodded. "It's been hell, really."
"You are all alone," she said in a small voice.
"I have my brothers."
"Do you let them in."
With a short laugh, he shook his head. "You are hell's bells with the rhetoricals, you know that?"
"I am sorry, I - "
"No, don't apologize." He put the quill back in its holder. "I like talking to you."
As he heard the surprise in his own voice, he laughed harshly. "Man, I'm just making all kinds of charm points with you tonight, aren't I." Slapping his thighs to end their conversation, he got to his feet with the help of the crutch. "Listen, I also came here to do a little research. Do you know where the library is? Damned if I can find it."
"Yes, of course." As she stood, she swept that hood up over her head again. "I shall take you there."
While she went past him, he frowned. "You're limping worse than usual. Did you get hurt?"
"No. When I move around too much, it aches."
"We could take care of that down below - Manello is - "
"Thank you, but no."
Tohr threw out a hand and stopped her before she went out the door. "The hood. Leave it down, please." When she didn't respond, he said, "There's no one here but us. You're safe."
Chapter Fourteen
As John Matthew stood on the shores of the Hudson River about fifteen minutes north of downtown Caldwell, he felt like he was a thousand miles away from everyone.
At his back, he had the prevailing breeze as well as a small hunting cabin that, if you didn't know what it was, you'd write off as something not worth the effort to knock over. The place was a fortress, however, with steel-reinforced walls, an impenetrable roof, bulletproof windows... and enough firepower in its garage to make half the population of the city see God up close and personal.
He had assumed Xhex would come here. Been so convinced, he hadn't bothered to track her.
But she wasn't -
A flare of headlights off to the right brought his head around. A car was coming down the lane, slowly approaching the cabin.
John frowned as he got an earful of the engine: low, deep, a mean growl.
That was no Hyundai or Honda. Couldn't be a Harley, too smooth.
Whatever the hell it was meandered by and kept going, all the way to the tip of the point where that big-ass house had been put up. A few moments later, lights began to go on inside the mansion, illumination pouring out of its curved porches and stacked, three-story straightaways.
Damn thing looked like a spaceship about to take off.
Not his biz. And it was time to go, anyway.
With a mute curse, he scattered his molecules and zeroed in on the armpit of Caldie, that stretch of bars, strip clubs, and tattoo places down around Trade Street.
The Iron Mask had been Rehvenge's second club, a dance/sex/drug facility created to cater to a Goth demographic unserviced by his first establishment, ZeroSum - which had had more of a Eurotrash kind of vibe.
There was a line to get in - always was - but the two bouncers, Big Rob and Silent Tom, recognized him and let him in ahead of everyone else.
Velvet drapes, deep-seated couches, black lights... women in black leather with white makeup and hair extensions down to their asses... men clustered in groups, strategizing on how to get laid... moody music with lyrics that made you think fondly of eating a bullet.
But maybe that was just his mood.
And she was here. He could sense his blood in Xhex, and he headed through the crowd, zeroing in on the signal.
As he got to the unmarked door that led into the staff-only part of the club, Trez stepped out of the shadows. Natch.
"What's doing," the Shadow said, offering his palm.
The two clapped a grip, knocked shoulders, and slapped each other's backs.
"You here to talk to her?" When John nodded, the guy opened the door. "I gave her the office beside the locker room next to me. Go on back - she's just checking her staff reports - "
The Shadow stopped abruptly, but he'd said enough.
Jesus Christ...
"Ah, yeah, she's back there," the guy muttered, like he was sooo staying out of this one.
John ducked in and strode down the corridor. When he got to a closed door, he didn't see a sign with her name on it, but wondered how long that would last.
And he knocked, even though she had to know he was here.
When she called out, he pushed in -
Xhex was in the far corner, bent over and pulling at something on the floor. As she looked up with a glare, she froze; which told him that, in fact, she hadn't noticed he'd arrived.
Great. She was so into her new old job, she'd forgotten about him already.
"Ah... hey." Glancing back down, she resumed what she was doing, yanking at -
An extension cord whipped out from underneath the file cabinet, the sharp-toothed end going flying.
Before it ripped around and caught her a good one, he leaped forward, snatched a hold on the thing, and took the hit himself, the sting of pain lighting off on his rib cage.
"Thanks," she said as he handed it over and stepped away. "It was jammed back there."
So... you're going to work here now?
"Yeah. I am. I don't think that other option is realistic. And" - her eyes got hard - "if you try to tell me I can't - "
God, Xhex, this is not what we are. He motioned back and forth over the desk that separated them. This is not us.
"Actually, I guess it is, because we're here, aren't we."
I don't want to stop you from fighting -
"But you have. Let's not pretend otherwise." Xhex sat down in the office chair and leaned back, a squeak rising up. "Now that you and I are mated, the Brothers, even your king, take their cues from you - no, wait, I'm not finished." She closed her eyes as if exhausted. "Just let me talk this out. I know they respect me, but they respect a mated male's prerogative over his shellan more. It's not specific to the Brotherhood - it's the very fabric of vampire society, and no doubt it's because a bonded male is a dangerous animal. You can't change that, and I can't live like that, so yeah, this is where we are."
I can talk to them, make them -
"They're not the root problem."
John felt a sudden urge to punch a wall. I can change.
Abruptly her shoulders dropped, and her eyes, those gunmetal gray eyes, grew stark. "I don't think you can, John. And neither can I. I'm not going to sit home and wait for you to come back at dawn every night."
I'm not asking you to do that.
"Good, because I'm not going back to the mansion." As John felt the blood drain out of his head, she cleared her throat. "You know, that whole bonding thing... I know you can't help it. I was pissed off when I left, but I've been thinking it over ever since then, and - Shit, I know if you could feel different, be different, you would. The reality is, though, we could spend another miserable couple of months figuring that out, and learn to hate each other in the process - and I don't want that. You don't want that."
So you're done with me, he signed. Is that it?
"No! I don't know - I mean, f**k." She threw her hands up. "What else am I going to do? I'm so frustrated with you, with me, with everything - I'm not sure I'm even talking any sense."
John frowned, finding himself in the same tough spot she was in. Where was the middle road?
There is more to us than this, he signed.
"I want to believe that," she said sadly. "I really do."
On impulse, he walked around the desk and stood over her. Gripping the armrest, he turned the chair toward him and put out both his palms, offering them to her.
There was no demand. No aggression. She would choose or not choose.
After a moment, Xhex placed her hands in his, and when he pulled her up, she didn't fight him.
Slipping his arms around her, he brought her close - and then moving with power, he bent her off balance, holding her in his powerful arms, keeping her from the floor.
With eyes boring into hers, he brought their lips together once, briefly. When she didn't slap him, kick him in the nuts, or bite him, he dropped his head and took her mouth properly, plying her to open for him.