The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood #13) - J. R. Ward Page 0,41

Stretching his legs out, he folded his full-length mink coat around his thighs, even though it was no colder than sixty-eight degrees.

“My Ehlena called me.” Rehv gave Trez the once-over and, going by his tight expression, didn’t like what he saw. “I would have been here sooner, but I was dealing with business up north.”

“How’re your colonists? Still psycho?”

“How are you?”

“I’m great, Your Highness.”

“Don’t try to fuck me, okay?”

“Sorry.” Trez let his head fall back against the cool wall. “I’m not at my best.”

Rehv glanced at the exam room’s closed door. “Where’s iAm?”

“Locker room. I think he went in there for a shower.”

“Knew he’d be down here with you.”

“Yeah.”

There was a stretch of quiet. And then Rehv said, “How long have we known each other?”

“A million years.”

The sin-eater laughed tightly. “Feels that way.”

“Yeah.”

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

“About…?” When Rehv just popped a brow, Trez took a shuddering breath. Of course the guy wanted to know about Selena and the bonding. “Look, I didn’t even want myself to be aware of how I felt about her. I just … shit, you know what I was like with the whores. How the hell am I bringing that to the table with someone like a Chosen? But now this. For fuck’s sake, all that wasted time. Not that we would have been together necessarily, but … maybe I could have helped. Or…”

Although, from what the other Chosen had had to say, it seemed like the disease or disorder, or whatever the fuck it was, was going to have its own course, regardless of what anyone did.

“I got some experience with that,” Rehv murmured. “When I met Ehlena? She didn’t know that I was half sin-eater, much less the heir to the throne of the symphaths. I sure as shit wasn’t in a big hurry to tell her, but it wasn’t like I could hide the tracks in my arms, or my impulses, or who I was. And remmy, I had the same night job you do now. Not exactly good news to bring on home to the little female. I fought it for as long as I could, and when the truth came out? I knew she was going to leave. Was convinced of it. For a while she did, and I had nothing but love for her anyway. In the end, though? Worked out.”

Trez wished he could take some inspiration from that. “Selena’s going to die.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Listen, I’m no fan of my subspecies, but we have know-how up north. Let me see what I can bring back for you.”

Trez cranked his head around and stared at the guy. “You don’t have to—”

“Stop it.”

Trez had to look away. “Don’t make me cry. I hate feeling like a pussy.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“You’ve already saved me once.”

“I like to think we saved each other.”

Trez thought about the night the pair of them met. The how and the where, up in that cabin on the mountain, the one that was the first structure Trez had run into when he’d finally dropped himself out of the air … also the one where Rehv had had to do the duty with that nasty symphath Princess who’d been blackmailing him.

Trez had taken shelter when Rehv had arrived and fucked the bitch standing up a couple of times. Afterward, she had left him in a mess on the floor, the poison she’d put on her skin having leveled Rehvenge.

Caring for the guy had only seemed natural.

And in return? He and that purple-eyed bastard had become brothers of a sort. To the point where, when iAm had turned up on the outside, the three of them had fallen in together, Trez’s loyalty and gratitude indenturing him and his kin to the sin-eater.

If he knew one and only one thing about Rehvenge after all these years, it was that he was a male of worth. In spite of being a pimp and a club owner, a degenerate and a reprobate, an evil-hearted, sadistic SOB … he was, and always would be, one of the finest males Trez had ever known.

“I’ll get going then,” Rehv said.

With another round of that grunting, the male got to his feet, and when he was on the vertical with that mink coat dusting the bald floor of the training center, he cleared his throat and didn’t look at Trez. Not a surprise, and kind of a gift. Trez didn’t deal well with big emotions either.

“Thank you,” Trez said roughly.

“Save the gratitude for