“Yeah. Good people.”
He thought of his brother. Rhage. Rehvenge. He’d even gotten a text from Tohr—who had walked a different version of this path. And then there was Doc Jane. Manny. Ehlena.
“All of them trying so hard to help,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Doc Jane and Manny have been working around the clock, attempting to find solutions.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her hand again. “They have.”
“And Rehvenge went up to his people.”
“He did.”
“And iAm went to the Territory—”
Trez ripped his head around. “What?”
She turned her head to him, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy. “iAm went to the Shadows—” Abruptly she frowned. “Ow, you’re hurting me.”
Shaking himself, he let up on his grip. “Sorry. I—what did you say?”
As she repeated it for a third frickin’ time, his heart started to pound. Keeping his voice deliberately calm, he asked, “Do you know when he went?”
“No, Doc Jane just mentioned it when I went to see her. You were having your migraine. Trez, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He brought up her hand for yet another kiss. “Nothing at all.”
The rest of the trip home was a Sybil experience, one part of him connected with Selena, the other half hunting down iAm and screaming in the male’s face something along the lines of, What the fuck were you thinking, you asshat motherfucker, putting yourself in danger like that!?!
Or something to that effect.
“…changed before we go up there?”
“I’m sorry?” He took the right-hander that led up the mountain. “What did you say?”
“I’d like to get changed. This cooking thing is going to get messy.”
“You could do it naked. I’m just saying—cleanup would be a breeze, because I could take you directly into the shower. Plus I could lick off cake batter if it landed … you know, anywhere.”
She laughed. “Might be cold.”
“Then I could keep my hands on you the whole time.”
“I won’t get any cooking done.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of takeout.” He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “But that’s fine. Whatever you want.”
When the great gray mansion came into view, he parked the car in front of the steps as Manny requested, and then went around to open his female’s door. As she reached her hand out, the diamond caught the light from the house’s security lamps and flashed a rainbow.
“I love it so much,” she said.
“Good. That was the plan.”
Once inside, he took Selena up to their bedroom. Fritz and the doggen had moved clothes into his closet for her, and he had to admit he loved all her shit mixed in with his.
Thank God she needed to change, he thought as he acted as nonchalant as he could.
“So listen, I’m just going to go next door,” he said, keeping his voice level. “For a second. You know, to check on iAm.”
“All right,” she said, smiling.
The instant he was out of her sight, he bared his fangs and ditched the all-cool act. At his brother’s door he didn’t bother to knock; he just whipped the thing open.
“iAm!” he barked, even though he doubted the guy was there.
Not waiting for an answer, he took out his phone and hit the guy up. One ring, two rings …
“Yeah? Trez? What’s wrong—”
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
There was a pause. “Excuse me?”
“You went to the fucking Territory?” He tried to keep his voice down. “Are you out of your fucking mind!”
“Trez—”
“What the fuck are you doing!”
“I am not discussing this with you over the phone.”
“Then get your fucking ass home now.”
He hung up and marched around. Then, snapping himself out of it, he masked up and went back to his room. “Hey, Selena?”
“Yes?” she said from the closet.
“I’ve got to hang here for a little bit. Not long. If you want, you can head on up and I’ll be there quick?”
He knew in the back of his mind that he wasn’t thinking right—she shouldn’t be alone—but he was seeing red, his brain locked on his brother’s idiot move.
Sticking her head out, she smiled and said something that didn’t sink in. Going by her nod, though, she was going to leave. He went over and kissed her, and then shut himself into iAm’s bedroom.
It felt like it was an hour until his brother showed up, but it was probably five or ten minutes. And as the guy walked into the room, a strange scent on him dimly registered: It was female. But whatever.