Rehvenge stood up from his desk and pulled on his sable coat. "Gotta bounce, Xhex. Princeps Council meeting. I'm de-materializing, so I don't need the car, and I hope to be back in an hour. But before I go, what's the status of that newest OD?" "Off to the Saint Francis ER. He's probably going to live."
"And that rogue dealer?"
Xhex opened his door for him, like she was encouraging him to leave. "Still haven't found him."
Rehv cursed, reached for his cane, and headed over to her. "I am not happy about this sitch."
"No kidding," she muttered. "And here I thought you were down with it."
He pegged her with a hard stare. "Don't fuck around with me."
"I'm not, boss," she snapped back. "We're doing everything we can. Do you think I like calling nine-one-one for these fools?"
He took a deep breath and tried to chill his temper. Man, it had been a bad week at the club. Both of them were on short fuses, and the rest of the staff at ZeroSum were about to hang themselves in the bathroom from the tension.
"Sorry," he said. "I'm wound."
She ran a hand over her man's haircut. "Yeah... me, too."
"What's doing on your end?"
He didn't expect her to answer. But she did. "You hear about the human? O'Neal?"
"Yeah. One of us. Who'd've thought, huh." Rehv had yet to see the guy up close and personal, but Vishous had called with a heads-up on the miracle that had gone down.
Rehv honestly wished the cop well. He liked that big-mouthed man-er, male. But he was also very aware that his feeding days with Marissa had come to an end and so had any hope of mating her. The shit stung, it really did, even though linking up with her would have been a really bad idea.
"Is it true?" Xhex asked. "About him and Marissa?"
"Yeah, he's not a free agent."
The oddest expression filtered through Xhex's features... sadness? Yeah, looked like it.
He frowned. "I didn't know you were that into him."
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Instantly, she was back to herself, eyes sharp, face showing nothing but hard-ass. "Just because I liked banging him doesn't mean I wanted him as a mate."
"Fine, sure. Whatever."
Her upper lip peeled off her fangs. "Do I look like the type who needs a male?"
"Nope, and thank God. The idea of you going soft violates the natural world order. Besides, you're the only one I can feed from, so I need you unattached." He passed by her. "I'll see you in two hours, tops."
"Rehvenge." When he glanced back, she said, "I need you to stay single, too."
Their stares locked. God, they were quite a pair, weren't they. Two liars living among Normals... two snakes in the grass.
"Don't worry," he murmured. "I'm never taking a shellan. Marissa was... a flavor I wanted to taste. Never would have worked out long term."
After Xhex nodded, as if they'd resealed their deal, Rehv left.
As he walked through the VIP section, he stuck to the shadows. He didn't like to be seen with his cane, and if he had to use it, he wanted people to think it was a vanity thing, so he tried not to rely on it too much. Which was a little dangerous considering his lack of balance.
He got to the side door, worked some mind magic with the alarm system, then popped the bar release. He stepped out, thinking he-Holy Christ! There was a frickin' melee in the alley. Lessers. Brothers. Two civilians crouched and quivering in the middle. And big bad Butch O'Neal.
As the door clicked shut behind Rehv, he widened his stance and wondered why the hell the security cameras hadn't-oh, mhis. They were surrounded by mhis. Nice touch.
Standing on the sideline, he watched the fight, listening to the dull thuds of bodies hitting bodies, hearing the grunts and the shifting of metal, smelling the sweat and the blood of his race mixing with the baby powder sweetness of the slayers.
Damn, he wanted to play, too. And he couldn't see why he shouldn't.
When a lesser stumbled his way, he caught the bastard, slammed it up against the bricks, and smiled while looking into a pair of pale eyes. It had been so long since Rehv had killed something and the flip side of him missed the experience. Craved it. Man, the snuffing out of life was something the bad in him yearned for.
And he was going to feed his beast. Right here. Right now.