must needs go - "
The scream that blared through the phone was so loud and high-pitched, Xcor ripped the cell away from his ear and held it outward.
At the sound, his fighters, who were lounging around the room in various positions, turned their heads in his direction, playing witness, as he did, to Elan's murder.
The caterwauling went on for quite some time, but there was no begging for mercy - either because his assailant was working quickly, or because it was very clear, even to a dying male, that there would be none from the attacker.
"Messy," Zypher remarked as yet another crescendo vibrated out of the phone. "Very messy."
"Still has an airway," another pointed out.
"Not for long," another chimed in.
And they were right. No more than a moment later, something hit the floor hard and that was the end of the sounds.
"Assail," Xcor said sharply. "Pick up the fucking phone. Assail."
There was a rustling, as if the receiver Elan had been speaking into had been retrieved from wherever it had fallen to. And then there was the sound of raking breath on the line.
Which suggested Elan might well be in pieces.
"I know this is you, Assail," Xcor said. "And I can only guess that Elan o'erstepped and the indiscretion got back to your ears. However, you have taken my partner from me, and that cannae go unahvenged."
It was a surprise when the male answered, his voice deep and strong. "Back in the Old Country, provisions were made for affronts against one's reputation. Surely you not only recall them, but you shall not deny me my right of retribution in the New World."
Xcor bared his fangs, though not because he was frustrated with the one he was speaking to. Fucking Elan. If the dumb bastard had just stuck to being an informant, he'd still be alive - and Xcor could have had the satisfaction of killing him at the end of all of this.
Assail continued. "He stated unto representatives of the king that I was responsible for your rifle shot, the one that was discharged upon my property without my knowledge or permission - and," he cut in before Xcor could speak, "you are well aware of exactly how little I had to do with that attack, are you not."
Back in the Bloodletter's time, this conversation would never have occurred. Assail would have been hunted down as an obstructionist and eliminated for both purpose and sport.
But Xcor had learned his lesson.
As his eyes went to Throe, standing so tall and elegant among the others, he thought, aye, he had learned that there was an appropriate place and time for certain...standards, he believed the word was.
"I meant what I said unto you, Xcor, son of the Bloodletter." As Xcor flinched at the reference, he was glad this conversation was occurring over the phone. "I have no interest in either your agenda or the king's. I am a businessman only - I am resigned from the Council, and I am unaligned with you. And Elan attempted to make a traitor out of me - something which, as you well know, comes with a price on one's head. I took Elan's life because he tried to take mine. It is entirely lawful."
Xcor cursed to himself. The male had a rather good point. And whereas Assail's rigid neutrality had at first seemed unbelievable, now Xcor was beginning to...well, trust was not a word he used with anyone other than his soldiers.
"Tell me something," Xcor drawled.
"Yes?"
"Is his piggish head still attached to that weak little body of his?"
Assail chuckled. "No."
"Do you know that is among my favorite ways of killing?"
"A warning for me, Xcor?"
Xcor glanced back at Throe, and thought again of the virtue of codes of behavior among even warring males.
"No," he declared. "Just something we have in common. Fare thee well, Assail, for what is left of this night."
"Yourself as well. And in the words of our mutual acquaintance, I must needs go. Afore I am forced to slaughter the doggen butler who is pounding, at this very instant, upon the door I have locked."
Xcor threw his head back and laughed as he ended the call.
"You know," he said to his fighters, "I rather like him."
Chapter Fifty-eight
The following evening, as the shutters rose and an alarm clock Blay didn't recognize started to chirp, he opened his eyes.
This was not his room. But he knew exactly where he was.
Next to him, against his back, Qhuinn stirred, the male's body stretching against his own, naked