you would hide from me.”
“I have hidden nothing!”
“You told me you had broken the covenant.”
“I did.”
“You lie.”
“Havers, listen to me—”
“No longer!” He did not meet her eyes as he opened the door. “You are all I have left, Marissa. Do not ask me to politely sit aside and play witness your destruction.”
“Havers!”
The door slammed.
With grim determination, she ran out to the hall. “Havers!”
He was already at the head of the stairs, and he refused to look back at her. His hand slashed violently in the air behind him, as if he were dismissing her.
She went back to her room and sat down at her dressing table. It was a long while before she could take a full breath.
Havers's anger was understandable, but frightening because of its intensity and rarity. She'd never seen her brother in such a state. It was clear there would be no reasoning with him until he calmed down.
Tomorrow she would talk with him. She would explain everything, even the new male she had met.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of how the human had touched her. She brought her hand up, feeling again the sensation of him sucking her finger. She wanted more of him.
Her fangs elongated slightly.
What would his blood taste like?
After settling Beth in her father's bed, Wrath went to his chamber and dressed himself in a white shirt and long, baggy white pants. He grabbed a string of enormous black pearls out of an ebony box and knelt on the floor next to his bed, settling back on his heels. He put the necklace on, laid his hands palms-up on his thighs, and closed his eyes.
As he marshaled his breath, his senses came alive. He could hear Beth shifting in the bed across the hall, sighing as she burrowed into the pillows. The rest of the house was fairly quiet, only subtle vibrations coming down to him. As some of the brothers were crashing in the upstairs bedrooms, male feet were moving around.
He was willing to bet Butch and V were still talking baseball.
Wrath had to smile. That human was a trip. One of the most aggressive men he'd ever come across.
And as for Marissa liking the cop? Well, they'd all just have to see where that went. Having any kind of relationship with someone of the other species was dangerous. Sure, the brothers slept with a lot of human women, but those were one night only, so the memories were easy to erase. Once emotions got involved, and time passed, it was harder to do a good scrub job on the human brain. Things lingered. Surfaced later. Got people into trouble.
Hell, maybe Marissa was just going to play with the guy and then suck him dry. Which was fine. But until either she killed him or took him for her own, Wrath was going to watch the situation carefully.
Wrath harnessed his thoughts and started to chant in the old language, using the sounds to wipe out his cognitive processes. He was rusty at first, tripping over words. The last time he'd said the prayers, he'd been nineteen or twenty years old. Memories of his father sitting next to him and telling him what to say were a seductive diversion, but he forced his mind to be blank.
The pearls began to warm against his chest.
And then he found himself in a courtyard. The Italianate architecture was white; the marble fountain, the marble columns, the marble floor, all had a pale glow to them. The only splash of color came from a flock of songbirds sitting in a white tree.
He stopped praying and got to his feet.
“It has been a long time, warrior.” The regal female voice came from behind him.
He turned around.
The diminutive figure approaching him was completely draped in black silk. Her head and face were covered, her hands and feet, everything. She glided over to him, not walking, just moving through the still air. Her presence made him uneasy.
Wrath bowed his head. “Scribe Virgin, how are you?”
“More to the point, how fare you, warrior? You have come seeking change, have you not?”
He nodded. “I—”
“You wish the covenant with Marissa to be broken. You have found another and you would take her as your shellan.”
“Yes.”
“This female you want. She is the daughter of your brother Darius, who is in the Fade.”
“Have you seen him?”
She laughed slightly. “Do not make inquiries of me. I let your first question slide because you were being polite, but remember your manners, warrior.”
Shit.
“My apologies,