The King(60)

Okay, which one of them had lost track of time?
The figure came to the doorway, walking in such a controlled, smooth manner you’d swear he was on a hover pad.
“Am I invited in?” came a dry voice.
iAm’s heart skipped one single beat.
Fuck, that was not the high priest.
With those robes covering everything from head to foot, he’d assumed he knew who had come to him.
This was worse. So much worse.
The executioner’s hood should have tipped him off.
“Well, am I, iAm.” You could practically hear the nasty smile. “Such alliteration on that.”
“Yeah, come in,” iAm said, subtly tucking a hand under his jacket. With a flick, he released the holster’s strap across the butt of his Glock. “Never expected you in my house.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Interesting. I didn’t think you were that naive.” The male had to duck to make it inside. “And isn’t this your brother’s, too?”
Christ, all iAm could think of was the Grim Reaper.
Then again, s’Ex, as the Shadow queen’s enforcer, had killed enough things to fill a graveyard or two. And he was built for bringing death. The male was seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds—easy. And that voice, coming from under the hooding? Pure evil.
“So I heard you never let AnsLai in,” he said as he closed the slider. “I’m touched.”
“Don’t be. Actually, the high priest thought this place was too contaminated by our contact with humans. Coffee?”
“Like this is a date?” As opposed to the high priest, s’Ex didn’t have any patience for the rules of court or the formality observed between members of the s’Hisbe. Then again, the supreme ruler didn’t keep him by her side for his charm. “And yeah, why not. I like the idea of you waiting on me.”
iAm ground his molars, but he wasn’t going to get pissy. The s’Hisbe had raised the stakes about a thousand miles by sending this guy instead of the high priest, so things were already starting off on a bad foot.
Going around the granite counter, he took two mugs down from the glass-front cupboard and hoped the bastard didn’t want milk in his. As he waited while the coffeemaker burbled and hissed to the end of its cycle, the last thing he expected was for s’Ex to come over and sit down on a stool—normally the enforcer would have cased the place.
Unfortunately, this probably meant he already had.
“So you and your brother been busy lately.” s’Ex put his massive forearms on the counter and leaned into them. “Well, have you?”
“You mind taking that dress off.” iAm stared right into the mesh that covered that face. “I want to see your eyes.”
“How romantic.”
“Not even close.”
“You know, you haven’t got a leg to stand on when it comes to demands.”
“You hate wearing that goddamn hood. Don’t front.”
“Unlike some people, duty doesn’t chafe my ass.”
“Bullshit.”
The short pause told him he’d gotten through on some level. But that didn’t last. “Coffee’s finished. Bring me mine, would you.”
iAm turned away so that his tight jaw wasn’t on display. “Sugar?”
“I’m sweet enough as it is.”
Yeah. Right.
iAm brought over both mugs. “If you want a straw for this, you’re SOL. Sorry.”
s’Ex revealed himself with a quick, no-fuss jerk of the headdress—in spite of the fact that that thing must have weighed thirty pounds.
And yup, underneath was exactly what iAm remembered. Dark, dark skin. Cunning black eyes. Head with the ceremonial shaving patterns. White tattoos down the throat that continued around every square inch of his flesh.
And P.S., those tats were not made by ink. It was poison, injected into the skin in a pattern such that when the dermis died, it “discolored.” Most males, to prove their masculinity, had a small one on their arm—and were sick for days. Nobody, but nobody had the likes of what s’Ex did.
The bastard was a monster. Especially as he smiled—for some reason, probably the testosterone overload, his fangs were always fully descended.
“Happy now?” he drawled.
“Not the word I would use.” iAm took a draw off the rim of his mug. “So to what do I owe this honor.”
Or kick in the nuts, as was the case.
s’Ex smiled a little—which was worse than his full-on grin. “So you and your brother have been busy.”
“You already said that.”
“I’ve paid you a couple of visits here. Nothing special—just a flyby or two. The pair of you haven’t been hanging here lately. Busy with the females?”