That was going to be one of two ghosts of him. She would remember him down on that knee before her, and contrast it with the sight of him in that club just now, his truth revealed.
She had wanted to believe in the fairy tale. And she had. But like poor, young Stephan, the fantasy was dead, and the decay of it was horrific, a beaten, cold body that she would wrap in rationalizations and recastings that carried the scent not of herbs, but tears.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the butter-soft seat.
Eventually, the car slowed and stopped and she reached for the door handle. Trez got there first and opened her way.
“Can I say something?” he murmured.
“Sure.” Because she wouldn’t hear whatever it was. The fog around her was too thick, her world as her father sought to make his: restricted to only what was closest to her…and that was pain.
“He didn’t do this without reason.”
Ehlena looked up at the male. He was so earnest, so sincere. “Of course he didn’t. He wanted me to believe in his lies, and his cover was blown. There was nothing to hide behind anymore.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Would he have told me any of it if he hadn’t been caught?” Silence. “So there you have it.”
“There’s more to this than you know.”
“You think? Maybe there’s just less of him than you need to believe there is. How about that.”
She turned away and went through a door she could open and relock herself. Falling back against the jamb, she looked around at everything that was so dingy and familiar and wanted to break down.
She didn’t know how to get past this. She really didn’t.
After the Bentley took off, Xhex headed straight for Rehv’s office. When she knocked once and wasn’t answered, she punched in the code and opened the door.
Rehv was behind his desk, typing on a laptop. Next to him was his new cell phone, a plastic Baggie with some fat, chalky pills in it, and a bag of M amp;M’s.
“Did you know the princess had been to see her?” Xhex demanded. When he didn’t answer, she cursed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Rehv just kept typing, the soft sound of the keys like quiet chatter in a library. “Because it wasn’t relevant.”
“The hell it wasn’t. I almost beat the female down for-”
Vicious purple eyes flipped up over the screen. “You don’t ever touch Ehlena.”
“Whatever, Rehv, she just dumped your ass hard. You think that was fun to watch?”
He pointed his finger at her. “Not your biz. And you never, ever touch her. We clear?”
As his eyes flashed in warning, like someone had shoved a Maglite up his ass and hit the switch, she thought, Well, okay…evidently she was staring over the lip of a cliff, and if she went any farther she was going to skydive without a parachute. “My point is, it might have been nice to know beforehand that you wanted her to dump you.”
Rehv just went back to typing.
“So that was the call last night,” she prompted. “That’s when you found out your girlfriend had been paid a visit by the bitch.”
“Yeah.”
“You should have told me.”
Before she got an answer, there was a squawk in her earpiece and then the voice of one of her bouncers: “Detective de la Cruz is here to see you.”
Xhex lifted her wrist and spoke into the transistor. “Take him to my office. I’ll be right there. And get the girls out of the VIP area.”
“The CPD?” Rehv muttered while he typed.
“Yup.”
“I’m glad you nailed Grady. I can’t stand the wife-beater types.”
“Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked stiffly, feeling shut out. She wanted to help, to ease, to take care of Rehv, but she wanted to do that shit on her mollycoddling terms: Fuck running him a bubble bath and getting him some hot chocolate; she wanted to murder the princess.
Rehv looked up again. “Like I said last night, I’m going to ask you to take care of someone.”
Xhex had to hide her buzz kill. If he was going to ask her to assassinate the princess, there would be no reason for him to drag his GF here, make a show of revealing what he’d lied to her about, and letting the female bin him off like he was week-old meat.
Shit, it had to be the GF. He was going to ask her to make sure nothing happened to Ehlena. And knowing Rehv, he was probably going to try to support the female finacially, too-going by the chick’s simple clothes and lack of jewelry and no-nonsense vibe, she didn’t appear to come from cash.
Fun, fun, fun. Getting that one to take money from a male she hated was going to be a real party.