“What are you talking about?” came a female voice from the doorway.
Ehlena glanced over her shoulder and recognized who it was: Bella, mate of the Brother Zsadist, who frequently helped with Safe Place patients. The female was standing between the ornate jambs with her young in her arms, her face drained of color, her eyes hollow.
“What about Rehvenge?” she demanded, voice rising. “What about my brother?”
As Ehlena started to connect the dots, Zsadist went to his shellan.
“I think you two need to talk,” Wrath said carefully. “In private.”
Z nodded and escorted his mate and young from the room. As the pair went down the hall, Bella’s voice could be heard still, her questions peppered with increasing panic.
And then there was a “What?!” that seemed to indicate a bomb had just been dropped on the poor female.
Ehlena stared down at the lovely blue carpet. God…she knew exactly what Bella was going through right at this moment. The ripples of shock, the recasting of what she knew, the feeling of betrayal.
Hard place to be in. Hard to get out of, too.
After a door shut and the voices were dimmed, Wrath looked around the room as if giving everyone a chance to measure his resolve.
“Tomorrow night is showdown, because there isn’t enough daylight left now to get a car up there.” The king nodded to Ehlena and Xhex. “You both are staying here until then.”
So that meant she was going? Thank the Virgin Scribe. As for the overday, she would have to call her father, but given that Lusie was in the house, she wasn’t worried about being gone. “No problem for me-”
“I have to go,” Xhex said tightly. “But I’ll be back at-”
“Not an invitation. You are staying here so that I know where you are and what you are doing. And if you’re worried about weapons, we have plenty of them-hell, we got a whole crateful off the lessers just last month. You want to do this? You’re under our roof until nightfall.”
It totally was obvious that the king didn’t trust Xhex, given the mandate and the way he smiled at her so fiercely.
“So what’s it going to be, sin-eater?” he said smoothly. “My way or the highway?”
“Fine,” Xhex shot back. “Whatever you want.”
“Always,” Wrath murmured. “Always.”
An hour later, Xhex stood with her arms out straight in front of her and her boots planted eighteen inches apart. In her hands was a SIG Sauer forty that reeked of baby powder, and she was squeezing off rounds at a man-shaped target twenty yards down the Brotherhood’s shooting range. In spite of the stench, the weapon was superlative, with a sweet kick and excellent aim.
While she put the gun through its paces, she could feel the males behind her staring hard. To their credit, it wasn’t at her ass.
Nah, the Brothers weren’t interested in her tail. None of them particularly liked her, although, given their expressions of grudging respect as she’d reloaded the gun, they were viewing her spot-on aim as an asset.
In the shooting stall next door, Ehlena was proving she hadn’t lied about being good with a gun. She’d chosen an autoloader with a little less firepower, which made sense, given that she didn’t have the upper-body strength that Xhex did. Her aim was awesome for an amateur, and what was more, she handled the weapon with the kind of quiet confidence that suggested she wouldn’t mistakenly cap someone’s knees.
Xhex took off her ear protection and turned around to the Brotherhood, keeping her weapon down by her thigh. “I’ll want to try the other one out, but the pair of these should do me just fine. And I want my knife back.”
The weapon had been taken from her before she and Ehlena had been driven to the mansion in that black Mercedes.
“You’ll have it,” someone said, “when you need it.”
Against her will, her eyes did a quick check of who was kibitzing. Same cast of muscle. Which meant John Matthew hadn’t sneaked in.
Given how big the Brotherhood’s compound seemed to be, she figured he could be anywhere, including the next town, for chrissakes: When the meeting in the king’s study had finished, he’d just walked out, and she hadn’t seen him since.
Which was good. Right now she needed to be focused on what was looming over them all tomorrow night, not her crappy, castrated love life. Fortunately, everything seemed to be falling into place. She’d called iAm and Trez and left voice mails that she was taking a day off, and they’d phoned back saying it wasn’t a problem. No doubt they were going to check in with her again, but hopefully with the Brothers’ backing, she would be in and out of the colony before their babysitting impulses overwhelmed them.