said as he barged into the crowd. “Oh, did you not expect me? I was on the list of invitees.”
As Throe stepped forward, Xcor grabbed a hold of the male and dragged him back to heel. “No. He may not be alone.”
At once, all of his soldiers’ hands disappeared into their clothes. As did his.
And yet no Brothers showed up.
So this was a message, Xcor thought.
Ichan glanced across as if he expected Xcor to deal with the intrusion, but when nobody from the group of fighters budged, the aristocrat cleared his throat and approached Rehvenge.
“A word, if you will,” Ichan said. “In private.”
Rehvenge smiled as if he already had his fangs in the idiot’s throat. “No, not private. Not for this.”
“You are not welcome herein.”
“You want to try to remove me?” Rehvenge shifted forward on his hips. “You want to try it and see how that goes? Or maybe ask those thugs over there to do it for you?”
Ichan gaped like a fish, his bravado gone.
“I didn’t think so.”
As Rehvenge reached into his coat, Ichan squeaked in alarm and the aristocrats in the room milled around like cattle about to be slaughtered.
Xcor just glanced over his shoulder again. The door had been left open, the staff having become too distracted to close it—or mayhap they had just up and disappeared.
Rehvenge had left the thing wide on purpose, hadn’t he. The male was already planning his exit.
“I bring greetings from Wrath, son of Wrath,” the male said, still with that shit-eating grin on his face. “And I have a document he’d like to share with you all.”
As he took a cardboard tube out from under his arm and popped the lid free, the aristocrats gasped—like they expected a bomb to go off.
And mayhap there was a kind of one in there.
Rehvenge unfurled a parchment that had red and black ribbons hanging off its end. Instead of reading what had been inked upon it, he merely turned the thing around.
“I think you should do the honors,” he said to Ichan.
“Whatever have you…” The words dried up as the male closed in on what was displayed before him. After a moment, he said,“Tyhm. Tyhm!”
“Yeah, I think you’ll find that it’s all nice and legal. Wrath isn’t mated to her. He divorced her about three weeks ago—and I’m not a lawyer, but I’m pretty sure you can’t base a vote of no confidence on an issue that doesn’t exist.”
The tall, thin solicitor stumbled over and tilted in, as if ocular proximity would increase his comprehension of whate’er was on there.
And indeed, the expression on his face was all the translation that the crowd required: Disbelief turned to a kind of horror, as if an explosive had in fact been detonated right in front of him.
“This is a forgery!” Ichan declared.
“It has proper witnesses—and I’m one of them. Maybe you’d like Wrath and the Brotherhood to come over here and testify to its validity? No? Oh, and don’t worry. We’re not expecting a response from you all. There is none.”
“We leave now,” Xcor whispered.
If he were Wrath, the next move would be to attack the house—and there was not enough cover inside here, that dreadful art and the large open spaces offering little for use as shields.
As the voices of the aristocrats mixed and grew louder, he and his soldiers dematerialized out onto the front lawn. Bracing for engagement, they outed their guns.
Except there was no one there.
No Brothers. No attack. No … anything.
The silence was deafening.
FIFTY-FIVE
As with all great shifts in life, the sun and the moon paid no attention to the drama on the planet, their schedules unaffected by the changing destinies down below.
It was well past midnight when Wrath woke up next to his shellan in their mated bed, his arm around her waist, his hand cupping her breast. And for a moment, he wondered whether any of it had happened—the needing, that shit from the Council, the response.
Maybe it had all just been a fucked-up nightmare.
Cozying in closer, he kept his arousal back. He was going to leave the sexual instigation to his leelan, at least until they knew whether she was pregnant. And if she was … well, then he wasn’t sure what he was going to do—
Holy fuck, was he really thinking like this?
“You’re awake,” Beth said.
“How did you know?” he murmured into her hair.
She turned in his arms. “I just do.”
They lay there for the longest time, and fucking hell, he wished he could see her properly. Instead,