ridiculous to put himself out like that to the daughter of a motherfucking deity. Like Payne needed any help?
Payne's dagger hand met his and latched on tight. "I would rather have your honor than any bloodline upon the earth."
As their eyes met, he had a thought that it was not male-to-female, but fighter-to-fighter, in spite of their sexes.
"I will never be able to thank you enough," he said.
"Would that she makes it through. Both of them, that is."
"I have the sense they will now. Thanks to you."
It felt weird to want to bow to the female, but some things you just went with, and he did. Then he turned away, not wanting to keep her up if she was going to rest.
Just as his hand locked onto the doorknob, Payne murmured, "If you thank anyone, it should be Blaylock."
Qhuinn froze. Cranked back around. "What...did you say?"
Assail stayed put as that Audi skidded out of the parking lot and hit the road beyond like his burglar had planted a bomb in the restaurant and just hit the detonator.
His body told him to go after her, stop that car, and drag her into the backseat.
His mind, however, knew better.
As he felt the surging in his body, he knew that the extent to which he lost control around her was dangerous. He was a male who defined himself by his self-possession. With that female? Especially if that sex of hers was aroused?
He was consumed with the need to possess her.
So he needed to regather his own reins.
In point of fact, he had no business wasting time stalking some human woman, hanging out in the corner of a cheap dive, watching her with a man.
Also consumed with the urge to kill her cheeseburger dinner companion.
What in the name of the Scribe Virgin had happened to him?
The answer, when it came to him, was something he firmly rejected.
In a bid to refocus his energies, he took out his phone to ascertain who had called and broken the spell that had well needed rupturing.
Rehvenge.
On so many levels, he had no desire to speak with the male. The last thing he was interested in was a rehash of all the reasons he had to participate in the social and political standstill that was the Council.
But it was better than going after his burglar -
He didn't even know her name, he realized.
And it would be in his best interests to never find out, he told himself.
As he returned the call, he held the iPhone to his ear and put his free hand into the pocket of his wool coat to keep it warm. "Rehvenge," he said as the male picked up. "I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen."
"I thought your mother was dead."
"She is."
"You have a very low standard for communication."
"What may I do for you." 'Twas not a question. No reason to encourage a response.
"Actually, it's what I can do for you."
"With all due respect, I prefer to take care of business myself."
"A very good policy. And as much as I know you like your 'business,' that isn't why I called. I thought you might like to know that the Council met with Wrath tonight."
"I believe I resigned during our last conversation. So I fail to see what this has to do with me?"
"Your name came up at the end. After everyone had left."
Assail arched a brow. "In what capacity."
"A little birdie said you set Wrath up with the Band of Bastards at your home this past fall."
Assail's grip tightened on his phone. And during the brief pause that followed, he chose his words with extreme care. "Wrath knows that isn't true. I was the one who gave him the vehicle he got away in. As I told you before, I am not, and never have been, connected with any insurgency. In fact, I removed myself from the Council precisely because I do not wish to be embroiled in any drama."
"Relax. He did you a favor."
"In exactly what manner."
"The individual said it in front of me."
"And again, I inquire, how does that equate to a - "
"I knew he was lying."
Assail became quiet. It was, of course, a good thing that Rehvenge knew the statement to be untrue. But how?
"Before you ask," the male murmured darkly, "I'm not going to go into exactly why I'm so sure of it. What I will say, however, is that I'm prepared to reward your loyalty with a gift from the king."
"A gift?"
"Wrath is a male