As the cop left, Phury put his pool cue away with unnecessary precision, sliding the slick, blond wood into the wall rack. "You look well. How do you feel?"
"Better. Much better."
Because she'd fed from Zsadist.
"So... what's going on?" he asked, trying not to imagine her at his twin's vein.
Without replying, she went over to the French doors, the robe trailing across the marble floor behind her like a shadow. As she walked, the ends of her hair brushed against the small of her back and moved with the sway of her hips. Hunger hit him hard, and he prayed she didn't catch the scent.
"Oh, Phury, look at the moon, it's almost full." Her hand went to the glass and lingered on the pane. "I wish I could..."
"You want to go outside now? I could get you a coat."
She smiled at him over her shoulder. "I have no shoes."
"I'll bring you those, too. Stay here."
In no time he came back with a pair of fur-lined boots and a Victorian cape that Fritz, homing pigeon that he was, had pulled out of some closet.
"You work fast," Bella said as he draped the bloodred velvet around her shoulders.
He knelt in front of her. "Let me get these on you."
She lifted one knee, and as he slid the boot on her foot, he tried not to notice how soft the skin of her ankle was. Or how much her scent tantalized him. Or how he could just part the robe out of the way and...
"Now the other one," he said hoarsely.
When he had her booted up he opened the door, and they walked out together, crunching through the snow that covered the terrace. At the lawn's edge she tugged the cape in tight around her and looked up. Her breath left her mouth in puffs of white, and the wind teased the red velvet around her body, as if stroking the cloth.
"Dawn is not far," she said.
"Coming soon."
He wondered what she wanted to talk about, but then her face grew serious and he knew why she'd come. Zsadist. Of course.
"I want to ask you about him," she murmured. "Your twin."
"What do you want to know?"
"How did he become a slave?"
Oh, God... He didn't want to talk about the past.
"Phury? Will you tell me? I would ask him, but..."
Ah, hell. There was no good reason not to answer her. "A nursemaid took him. She sneaked him out of the household when he was seven months old. We couldn't find them anywhere, and as far as I was able to find out, she died two years later. He was sold into slavery at that point by whoever found him."
"That must have been so hard on your whole family."
"The worst. A death with no body to bury."
"And when... when he was a blood slave..." She took a deep breath. "Do you know what happened to him?"
Phury rubbed the back of his neck. As he hesitated, she said, "I'm not talking about the scars or the forced feedings. I want to know about... what else might have been done to him."
"Look, Bella - "
"I need to know."
"Why?" Even though he knew the answer. She wanted to lay with Z, had probably already tried to. That was the why of it.
"I just have to know."
"You should ask him."
"He won't tell me, you know he won't." She put her hand on his forearm. "Please. Help me understand him."
Phury stayed quiet, telling himself it was because he was respecting Z's privacy, and that was mostly true. Only the smallest part of him didn't want to help land Z in her bed.
Bella squeezed his arm. "He said he was tied down. And that he can't stand to have a female on top when - " She stopped. "What was done to him?"
Holy shit. Zsadist had talked about his captivity with her?
Phury cursed softly. "He was used for more than just his vein. But that's all I'm going to say."
"Oh, God." Her body sagged. "I just needed to hear it from someone. I needed to know for sure."
As a cold gust of wind came up, he took a deep breath and still felt suffocated. "You should go in before you get cold."
She nodded and started for the house. "Aren't you coming?"
"I'm going to have a smoke first. Go on now."
He didn't watch her head into the house, but heard the door click shut.
Putting his hands in his pockets he looked out over the rolling white lawn. Then he closed