She pushed her hair back over her shoulder. "You still free for dinner?"
His laugh was a low rumble. "I'll be in front of the paper in fifteen."
He hung up before she could slide in a properly nonchalant, this-is-just-about-food comment.
After sundown Wrath walked into the kitchen, carrying the silver tray with the remnants of his meal on it. Typical of Darius, everything was the best of the best here, too. Industrial stainless-steel appliances. Plenty of cupboards and granite counter space. Lots of windows.
Too many lights.
Fritz was at the sink, scrubbing at something. He looked over his shoulder. "Master, you didn't need to bring that back."
"Yeah, I did." Wrath put the tray down on a counter and leaned into his arms.
Fritz shut off the water. "Was there something you needed?"
Well, for starters, he'd like to not be such a dickhead.
"Fritz, your job here is solid. Just wanted you to know that."
"Thank you, master." The butler's voice was very quiet. "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have someone to take care of. And I think of this as my home."
"It is. For as long as you want it to be."
Wrath turned and headed for the door. He was almost out of the room when Fritz spoke up.
"This is your home, too, master."
He shook his head. "Already got a place to sleep. Don't need another."
Wrath walked into the hall, feeling particularly ferocious. Man, Beth had better be alive and well. Or God help whoever had hurt her.
And if she'd decided to avoid him? That didn't matter. Her body was about to need something only he could provide her. So sooner or later she would come around. Or she would die.
He thought of the soft skin of her neck. Felt the sensation of his tongue stroking over the vein that ran up from her heart.
His fangs elongated as if she were before him. As if he could sink his teeth into her and drink.
Wrath closed his eyes as his body began to shake. His stomach, full with food, turned into a bottomless, achy pit.
He tried to remember the last time he'd fed. It had been a while, but surely not that long ago?
He forced himself to calm down. Get control. It was like trying to slow down a train with a hand brake, but eventually a cooling stream of sanity replaced the whacked-out, blood-lust spins.
As he came back to reality he felt uneasy, his instincts crying out for airtime.
That female was dangerous to him. If she could affect him like this without even being in the damn room, she might just be his pyrocant.
His detonator, so to speak. The express-lane EZ Pass to his self-destruction.
Wrath dragged a hand through his hair. How goddamned ironic that he wanted her like no other female.
But maybe it wasn't irony. Maybe that was precisely how the pyrocant system worked. The urge to cozy up to what could annihilate you ensured the damn thing got a chance to go to work on your ass.
After all, what kind of fun would it be if you could easily avoid your inner hand grenade?
Damn him. He needed to get Beth off his plate of responsibilities. Fast. As soon as she was through her transition, he was going to put her in the hands of an appropriate male. A civilian.
In gory flashback, he pictured that young male's bloody, beaten body.
How the hell would a civilian keep her safe?
He didn't know the answer to that one. But what other option was there? He wasn't going to keep her.
Maybe he could give her to one of his brothers.
Yeah, and who would he pick out of that bunch? Rhage? Who'd just add her to his fuck pool, or worse, eat her by mistake? V with all his problems?
Zsadist?
And did he really think he could handle knowing one of his warriors was doing her?
Not fucking likely.
God, he was tired.
Vishous materialized in front of him. The vampire was running without his baseball cap tonight, and Wrath could dimly make out the complex markings around his left eye.
"Found Billy Riddle." V lit up one of his hand-rolled cigarettes, his gloved fingers steady. When he exhaled, the fragrance of Turkish tobacco perfumed the air. "He was arrested for sexual assault forty-eight hours ago. Lives with his daddy, who happens to be a U.S. senator."
"High-profile background."
"Hard to get higher. And I took the liberty of doing some research. Billy boy's been in and out of trouble as a juvenile. Violent stuff. Sexual shit. Got to imagine daddy's campaign