This was an unexpected boon.
“It is my understanding”—Assail pointed to the box—“that that is the Forelesser. I attacked him in private and deliberately did not send him back to his Maker. There will be a short period of time during which his absence will be tolerated.”
V spoke up. “So where is this den of iniquity.”
“The Brownswick School for Girls. Its campus has been abandoned for some time and they are living in the dorms.”
“And trying to learn long division,” someone muttered.
“Or writing the slayer version of Our Bodies, Ourselves,” somebody else said.
Assail cut through the chatter. “I learned of their location many, many months ago. After all, it is important that one know the particulars of one’s business partner’s life. My cousins have investigated the grounds this night and have confirmed that they are still in place. I imagine you will wish to scout the property as well prior to any coordinated siege.”
Immediately, all the Brothers started speaking up, volunteering to go—but Wrath put a hand out, silencing them.
“Will you let us keep that,” he asked, nodding in the direction of the box. “Or is that a souvenir you want to put on your mantel.”
“As with the information I have provided, it is yours to do with as you wish.”
“Where’s the rest of the body.”
“Out on Route 149. There’s an abandoned dairy farm. Go into the south pasture to the woods, you’ll find the rest of the body and his SUV there.”
Wrath sat back and crossed his long legs knee to ankle. “This is a much better outcome than us having to kill you.”
“I am not pleased with this.”
“It’s better than a coffin,” Rhage said.
The drug dealer glanced over. “That is correct.” With that, Assail turned on his heel and headed for the door. “You know where to find me if you have further inquiries or require assistance with a raid.”
Butch let the male out, escorting him to the house’s front door.
It wasn’t until the Brother was back and had reshut them all in together that anyone said a thing.
“If that is the Forelesser,” Wrath said, “the Omega will know instantly.”
“But he changes them every fifteen minutes,” V said. “And one of us didn’t kill him. Maybe he’ll just anoint the next one and move along.”
“Maybe.” Wrath nodded to the cardboard box. “Get rid of that when you go to confirm the corpse.”
“I can go,” Butch offered. “And take him out of the game permanently.”
V shook his head. “You can’t dematerialize. Too dangerous—”
All at once, everyone’s phone went off, the collective pings, bongs, and whistles like someone had cranked up a Sesame Street epi.
As everyone went for their pockets, Rhage wondered what the hell it could be about. Tohr was off rotation at home. Rehv hated phones. And Lassiter had been forced to give up group-texting after V had disabled the function on the idiot’s Samsung—besides, it would have been a chorus of Denis Leary’s “I’m an Asshole,” which everyone had put as the angel’s ringtone.
“Oh, shit,” someone said.
Rhage had to read twice what had been sent. Then he let his arm fall down to his side and closed his eyes.
“Somebody had better fucking tell me what the mourning is all about,” Wrath said roughly.
“It’s Selena,” Rhage heard himself reply. “She’s gone down.”
Sitting on the rumpled bed at his place at the Commodore, iAm found himself checking maichen’s robing, looking for anything that was out of place, wrinkled, cockeyed. He was not sending her back to the Territory looking as if she had been sexed but good.
Even if she had, in fact, been.
“Tomorrow night,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Shit, he wasn’t sure whether he could wait that long. “That’s tight.”
Motioning her closer, he arranged the hood in his hands so that, as he put it over her head, the mesh was in the right place. He hated covering her features once again. It was as if he were imprisoning her even though she was free to come or go as she pleased.
Relatively free, that was.
“Until the morrow,” she said, her beautiful voice muffled.
He reached out and took her hand. He intended to squeeze it and let her go, but he found himself not able to release the grip.
“maichen.” He took a deep breath. “What would you say if I offered you a place here? Here in Caldwell, I mean. If I took care of you and kept you safe here in the city.”
It definitely wouldn’t be in this condo; that was for sure—s’Ex was no doubt going to resume using the four walls and a roof as a fuck palace as soon as the mourning was over—