part. As it was, Marissa had to go to her brother for relief of her needing. Havers would put her out cold, tranquilizing her until the urges passed. The practice embarrassed them both.
She'd so hoped that Wellsie could help, but the conversation had been a disaster. The other female's pained looks and carefully couched replies had burned them both, pointing out everything Marissa didn't have.
God, she was so alone.
She closed her eyes, feeling Wrath's pain again.
She had to try to reach him. Because he was hurting. And because what else was there to her life other than him?
She sensed that he was in Darius's mansion. Taking a deep breath, she dematerialized.
Wrath slowly eased off his knees and stood up, hearing his vertebrae crack back into place. He brushed the diamonds off his shins.
There was a knock on the door, and he allowed it to open, thinking it was Fritz.
When he smelled the ocean, he tightened his lips.
"What brings you here, Marissa?" he said without turning to her. He went to the bathroom and covered himself with a towel.
"Let me wash you, my lord," she murmured. "I'll take care of your skin. I can - "
"I'm fine."
He was a fast healer. By the end of the night the cuts would barely be discernible.
Wrath walked over to the closet and looked through the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants, and - jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to fight in BVDs. He'd go commando before he got caught dead in those things.
The first thing he had to do was make contact with Darius's daughter. He knew he was almost out of time, because her transition was coming quick. And then he had to link up with Vishous and Phury to find out what was up with that dead lesser's leftovers.
He was about to drop the towel to get ready to roll, when it occurred to him Marissa was still in the room.
He looked over at her.
"Go home, Marissa," he said.
Her head dropped. "My lord, I can feel your p - "
"I'm perfectly fine."
She hesitated a moment. And then quietly disappeared.
Ten minutes later he came up to the drawing room.
"Fritz?" he called out.
"Yes, master?" The butler seemed pleased to have been summoned.
"Do you have some red smokes on hand?"
"Of course."
Fritz went across to an antique mahogany box. He brought the thing over, opening the lid and angling the contents outward.
Wrath took a couple of the hand-rolled cigarillos.
"If you have a taste for them, I'll get more."
"Don't bother. This is enough." Wrath wasn't into drugging, but he was willing to put the smokes to good use tonight.
"Will you be needing something to eat before you go out?"
Wrath shook his head.
"Perhaps when you return?" Fritz's voice grew small as he closed the lid.
Wrath was about to shut the old male down when he thought of Darius. D would have treated Fritz better. "Okay. Yeah. Thanks."
The butler's shoulders squared off with purpose.
Good God, he seemed to be smiling, Wrath thought.
"I shall make you lamb, master. How do you like your meat cooked?"
"Rare."
"And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?"
"Don't - " Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?"
"With pleasure."
Wrath turned away and headed for the door.
How the hell had he found himself with a servant?
"Master?"
"Yeah?" he growled.
"Take care of yourself out there."
Wrath paused and looked over his shoulder. Fritz seemed to be cradling the box against his chest.
It was goddamned weird having someone waiting for him to come home, Wrath thought.
He left the mansion and walked down the long drive to the tree-lined street. Lightning streaked across the sky, a promise of the storm that he could smell brewing to the south.
Where the hell was Darius's daughter right now?
He'd try her apartment first.
After Wrath materialized in the courtyard behind her place, he looked into her windows and returned her cat's purr of welcome with one of his own. She wasn't inside, so Wrath took a seat on the picnic table. He'd give her an hour or so, and then he was going to have to find the brothers. He could always come back at the end of the night, although given how things had gone the first time he'd come into her place, he figured waking her up at four A.M. wasn't the smartest move.
He took off his sunglasses and rubbed the bridge of