The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood #13) - J. R. Ward Page 0,106

hers reached him, he wished he could see her eyes.

What shape were they? What did her lashes look like? Were the irises as dark as his—

Why the fuck was he thinking like this?

Breaking off from her, he started walking around. “I gotta get out of here. Time is running out.”

As her head tilted to the side in inquiry, he thought, no. Not gonna go there.

He nodded down at the tray. “If you want to leave the food, I’ll flush it down the toilet so that you don’t get in trouble for not feeding me.”

And that was when she spoke: “It is not poisoned.”

For absolutely no good reason, those four run-of-the-mill words stopped him dead. Her voice was deeper than he had expected; all her subservience seemed better paired with some high-octave, super-feminine tone. And there was a husky undertone … which made him think about sex.

Raw sex. The kind that left females hoarse from calling out the name of their lover.

iAm blinked.

All at once, he had the urge to cover his naked body. Which was kind of bullshit, wasn’t it. He’d known she was a female all along and it wasn’t like he’d ever had any clothes on in front of her.

Giving in to the impulse, he went over behind the screen, to the stack of towels that had been placed by the inset tub. As he wrapped one around his hips, he felt like apologizing for ever having aired his junk at all.

When he came back around, she was sampling the soup and the bread again.

“You can stop,” he said. “I’m not going to eat.”

“Why?”

Again, with that voice. Even on only one word this time.

“I gotta get out of here,” he muttered. For a whole fucking lot of reasons. “I have to get out.”

“Does something await you?”

He thought of Trez and Selena. “Just death. You know, no big fucking deal or anything.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Look, I gotta talk to s’Ex. That’s what I need to do. Did you tell him?”

Although it wasn’t as if she had any pull.

“Who is dying?”

“Nothing. No one. Nobody—”

“Who is passing? Not your brother?”

“Look, I need you to go. And not come back unless you’re bringing s’Ex with you.”

“Who.”

Annnnnd he stopped again. Maids were never imperious, but that was what she sounded like. Then again, his emotions were running so goddamn high, he was capable of reading into just about anything right now—and jumping to the wrong conclusion.

“I came back here for help, okay.” He threw up his hands. “s’Ex told me he would get me into the palace so I could look through the healers’ texts.”

“For whom?”

“My brother’s mate.”

The maid’s head came up sharply. “He is to mate the Princess here, though, no? I heard that he is the Anointed One.”

“He fell in love.” iAm shrugged. “It happens. Or so I’ve heard.”

“And she is the one who is dying?”

“She’s not doing well.”

As he resumed his prowling, he could feel the eyes behind that mesh track him. “So that’s why I need to get out. My brother needs my help.”

“He is in mourning. The executioner.”

iAm glanced over, and then resumed stalking the cell. “Yeah. I know, but he had enough free rein to meet me on the outside. Shorter trip now that I’m in the palace itself.”

“But that is the issue. He left and no one knew where he had gone. The palace wanted him to participate. The palace … insisted that he attend to the Queen. He is with her now.”

Just his luck. “There are breaks in the rituals, though, aren’t there? Can you catch him then?”

“Well … maybe I can take you to the texts?”

iAm cranked his head around slowly. “What did you say?”

Longest. Elevator. Ride. Of. His. Life.

As Trez stood next to Selena in a glass-walled torture chamber, he was resolutely facing the closed doors—and praying for some kind of Dr. Who time warp thingy that had him stepping out of the goddamn thing rightfuckingnow.

Eyeballs locked on the glowing line of numbers above the chrome doors, he wanted to vomit.

L … 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50.

“44” had yet to light up because they were in the screaming-fast, liver-in-your-loafer, express part of the joyride.

“Oh, you should look out here,” Selena said, pivoting toward the all-access pass to vertigo. “This is so much fun!”

A quick glance over his shoulder and he nearly hurled. His beautiful queen had not just gone over to the glass, but put her palms on it and leaned into the ever-higher view.

Trez snapped back around. “Almost there. We’re