bared his fangs, but then dialed shit back. “There’s something you want. Everyone has a price.”
The executioner reached up and slowly took off that hood. The face behind the folds of black cloth was handsome as sin … and had eyes with all the warmth of winter granite.
“Why would I risk my own life for your parents? If I disobey an order, there are consequences—and none of you are worth them.”
“You can talk to the queen. She listens to you.”
“Assuming that is true, and I’m not saying it is, why would I do that for you?”
“Because there’s something you want.”
“Since you seem to know everything, what exactly do you think that is,” the executioner said in a bored tone.
“You’re stuck there as much as any of them are. I remember what that’s like—and I can assure you, life on this side of those walls is so much better.”
“Which is why you look like shit, then?”
“Think about it. I can get you anything on the outside. Anything.”
The executioner’s eyes narrowed. “Sparing them is not going to save you.”
“Killing them isn’t going to bring me back. And that’s why you’d do it, right? So go to the queen, tell her you’ve spoken to me directly—and I don’t care whether you kill them. Then suggest that she strip them of everything they’ve been given—the quarters they live in, the clothes and jewels they’ve bought with the bounty they received, the food in their cupboards. Everything. That will make the queen whole again. She’ll have lost nothing, be out nothing—”
“Bullshit. She doesn’t have a half for her daughter. All that ‘restitution’ doesn’t solve the fact that the princess has no mate.”
“It’s not going to be me. I’m telling you right now. You guys can fuck my father and mother up, you can threaten me with bodily harm, you can trash my house—”
“What if I just take you now?”
Trez outed the gun he’d shoved in his waistband at the small of his back. He didn’t point it at s’Ex. He put it right under his own chin.
“If you try to, I’ll pull this trigger. Then you have a dead body, and unless that daughter of hers is a sick bitch, she ain’t gonna want me then.”
s’Ex went inanimately still. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“Anything you want on the outside, s’Ex. You take care of this for me, and I’ll take care of you.”
As the queen’s executioner considered the deal, Trez breathed smoothly, and thought of the only two people who really mattered. Selena … Jesus Christ, he wanted her, but he was no good for the likes of that Chosen. Hell, even if this flier of a negotiation worked, he was still going to be a pimp, and there was no changing his past.
And then there was iAm.
The idea of losing his brother was … he couldn’t even put it into thought. But the male was going to be better off without him if he couldn’t fix this problem.
“I’m surprised that you want to save your parents this badly,” s’Ex said offhandedly.
“Are you kidding me? If they lose their station, it’s worse than death for them. What they did to me has ruined my life and my brother’s. That shit’s my revenge. Besides, like I said, no matter what you do with them, I’m not going back there.”
The executioner broke off and strolled the length of the terrace, his robing swirling around him like the promise of violence, the puffs of his breath like a dragon breathing fire.
After a long moment, he clasped his hands behind his back, and returned.
It was a while before he finally spoke, and when he did, he wasn’t looking at Trez. He was staring at the glass of the apartment.
“I like this place.”
Trez kept the gun to his chin, but felt a stab of … hope? Well, not that cheery an emotion, certainly. But maybe there was a solution after all.
s’Ex lifted a brow. “Three bedrooms, two and a half baths, nice kitchen. Plenty of light. But the beds are the best—big beds in there.”
“You want this, it’s yours.”
As s’Ex’s eyes slid back to him, Trez heard the phrase deal with the devil over and over in his head.
“It’s missing something.”
“What.”
“Women. I want women brought to me here. I’ll tell you when. And I want three or four at a time.”
“You got it. Name the number and the hour and I’ll bring them to you.”
“So sure of yourself.”
“What the fuck do you think I do for a living.”
s’Ex’s eyes