“See?” she said, sweeping her arms around the otherwise empty kitchen. “No one’s here.”
“The television is not on.”
Why, oh, why couldn’t her grandmother have the grace to get soft in the head like so many other geriatrics?
“I turned it off because it was disturbing you.”
“Oh.” Suspicious eyes roamed about….
Shit. There was melting snow on the linoleum from where they’d tracked it in.
“Come on,” Sola said as she steered the woman into an about-face. “Enough upset for tonight. We go to bed now.”
“I’m watching you, Sola.”
“I know, vovó.”
As they headed up the stairs together, part of her was wondering exactly who the hell had come looking for her here and why. And the other half? Well, that part was still in the kitchen, on the verge of kissing that man.
Probably better that they had been interrupted.
She had the unmistakable impression that her protector…was also a predator.
The phone call Xcor had been waiting for came at a most opportune time. He had just finished stalking and killing a lone slayer under the bridges downtown, and was cleaning his lady love, the black blood on the blade of the scythe coming off easily as he ran a chamois cloth up and down.
He put his female away on his back first, and only then took out his phone. As he answered, he looked over at his fighters as they gathered together and talked of the night’s fighting in the cold wind.
“Is this Xcor, son of the Bloodletter?”
Xcor gritted his teeth, but didn’t bother to correct the inaccuracy. The Bloodletter’s name was of use to his reputation. “Yes. Who is this?”
There was a long pause. “I do not know whether I should be speaking to you.”
The tones were aristocratic, and informed him of the caller’s identity well enough. “You are the associate of Elan.”
Another long pause—and, Fates, that tried his patience. But that was another thing he kept to himself.
“Yes. I am. Have you heard the news?”
“About.”
When a third stretch of silence came along, he knew this was going to take a while. Whistling to his soldiers, he indicated they were all to proceed to their skyscraper, a number of blocks to the east.
A moment later he was up on its roof, the gusts so much stronger at his preferred elevation. As such a gale precluded discourse, he took cover in the lee of some mechanicals.
“News about what,” he prompted.
“Elan is dead.”
Xcor bared his teeth as he smiled. “Indeed.”
“You do not sound surprised.”
“I am not.” Xcor rolled his eyes. “Although naturally, I am bereft.”
Which was somewhat true: It was rather like losing a handy gun. Or, more accurately, a screwdriver. But those things could be replaced.
“Do you know who did it?” the caller demanded.
“Well, I believe you do, am I right?”
“It was the Brotherhood, of course.”
Another misconception, but again, Xcor was prepared to let it stand. “Tell me, are you expecting me to ahvenge him?”
“That is not my concern.” The stilted tones suggested the male was in fact worried about facing the same fate himself. “His family shall go after redress.”
“As is their right.” When there was nothing further coming, Xcor knew what was awaited and required. “I can assure you of two things: my confidentiality, and my protection. I can guess that you were at the gathering at Elan’s house in the fall. My position vis-à-vis the king has not changed, and I am surmising that this call places you in a sympathetic orientation to mine own views. Am I correct.”
“I am not one who seeks political or social power.”
Bullshit. “Of course not.”
“I am…worried about the future of the race—in this, Elan and I were aligned. I did not agree with the tactics he proposed, however. Assassination carries too many risks, and ultimately, it will not accomplish what is warranted.”
Au contraire, Xcor thought. A bullet through the brain fixed many things—
“The law is the way to bring down the king.”
Xcor frowned. “I do not follow.”
“With all due respect, the law is mightier than the sword. To paraphrase a human saying.”
“Your oblique references are a waste of words to me. Be specific, if you do not mind.”
“The Old Laws provide the power that Wrath wields. They spell out his unilateral dominion over all manner of our lives and our society, giving him free rein to act as he chooses, with a complete lack of accountability.”
Which was why Xcor wanted the job, thank you very much. “Go on.”