he'd relaxed a little, she looked at Vishous. "I don't understand any of this."
"Why would you?"
The vampire's eyes were steady on hers, the silver depths somehow frightening. She focused on the tattoo that bled out onto his face for a moment and then glanced at Rhage. She brushed his hair with her fingertips and murmured until he slid back into sleep.
"Did it hurt you to do this to him?" she demanded softly, knowing Vishous hadn't left. "Tell me it hurt you."
She heard a whispering of cloth. When she glanced over her shoulder, Vishous had taken off his shirt. On his muscular chest there was a fresh wound, a slice, as if a blade had cut into his skin.
"It killed each one of us."
"Good."
The vampire smiled rather fiercely. "You understand us better than you think. And that food is not just for him when he wants it. I brought it for you, too."
Yeah, well, she didn't want anything from them. "Thank you. I'll see that he eats."
Vishous paused on his way out. "Have you told him about your name?"
Her head snapped around. "What?"
"Rhage. Does he know?"
Shivers crept up the back of her neck. "Obviously he knows my name."
"No, the why of it. You might tell him." Vishous frowned. "And no, I didn't find out on the Internet. How could I?"
Good lord, that had been exactly what was going through her... "Do you read minds?"
"When I want to and sometimes when I have no choice." Vishous left, shutting the door quietly.
Rhage tried to roll over onto his side and woke up with a moan. "Mary?"
"I'm right here." She placed his hand between both of hers.
"What's the matter?" As he looked at her, his teal blue eyes were more alert than they had been. "Mary, please. Just once, tell me what's on your mind."
She hesitated. "Why didn't you just leave me behind? All this... wouldn't have happened."
"There is nothing I would not bear for your safety, for your life."
She shook her head. "I don't understand how you can feel so much for me."
"Yeah, you know what?" He smiled a little. "You've got to shelve this whole understanding thing."
"It's better than going on faith," she whispered, reaching up and running a hand through his blond waves. "Go back to sleep, big man. Every time you do, you seem to wake up miles ahead in the healing process."
"I'd rather look at you." But he shut his eyes. "I love it when you play with my hair."
He craned his neck, tilting away from her so she could reach more of it.
Even his ears were beautiful, she thought.
Rhage's chest rose and fell in a great sigh. After a while, she leaned back in the chair and kicked her legs out, propping her feet on one of the bed's massive supports.
As the hours passed, the brothers stopped by to check on him and introduce themselves. Phury, the one with the great head of hair, came in with some warm cider, which she actually took. Wrath, the guy who wore dark sunglasses, and Beth, the woman whom she'd passed out in front of, also visited. Butch, the football catcher, came by, and so did Tohrment, who had that short brush cut.
Rhage slept a lot, but kept waking up whenever he tried to shift over onto his side. He would look at her as he moved around, as if taking strength from the sight of her, and she brought him water, stroked his face, fed him. They didn't say much. The touching was enough.
Her eyelids were getting low, and she'd let her head fall back when there was another soft knocking. Probably Fritz with more food.
She stretched and went to the door.
"Come on in," she said while she opened it.
The man with the scarred face was standing in the hall. As he stood stock-still, light fell on the sharp lines of him, drawing out his deep-set eyes, the skull under his supershort hair, that jagged scar, his hard jawline. He was wearing a loose turtleneck and pants that hung low on his hips. Both were black.
She immediately moved closer to the bed to protect Rhage, even though it was stupid to think she could fend off something as big as the vampire in the doorway.
Silence stretched out. She told herself he was probably just checking in as the others had and didn't want to hurt his brother again. Except... he looked tight all over, his wide stance suggesting he might spring forward at any moment. And weirding her out even