"Just give it to me." As V hesitated, Butch shook his head with sadness. "I'm not going to come after you with it. I swear on my mother."
They hit a red light and V shifted his seat belt out of the way so he could unsheathe one of his blades from his chest holster. He gave the weapon to Butch handle first, then checked the road ahead. When he glanced back over, Butch had shoved up his sleeve and was slicing himself on the inside of his forearm. They both stared at what came out.
"I'm bleeding black again."
"Well... not a surprise."
"I smell like one, too."
"Yeah." Man, V did not like the way the cop was fixated on that dagger. "How 'bout you give my blade back, buddy?"
Butch handed the thing over and V wiped the black steel on his leathers before resheathing the weapon.
Butch wrapped his arms around his middle. "I don't want to be anywhere around Marissa when I'm like this, okay?"
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"No problem. I'll take care of everything."
"V?"
"What?"
"I will die rather than hurt you."
V's eyes shot across the space between them. The cop's face was grim and his hazels were dead serious, the words not a mere expression of thought but a vow: Butch O'Neal was prepared to take himself out of the game if shit got critical. And he was fully capable of doing the job.
V inhaled on his hand-rolled again and tried not to get even more attached to the human. "Hopefully it won't come to that."
Please, God, let it not come to that.
Chapter Nineteen
Marissa paced another circle around the Brotherhood's library and ended up back at the windows that looked out over the terrace and the pool.
The day must have been a warm one, she thought. There were patches in the snow that had melted through, revealing black slate at the terrace or brown ground over the lawn-Oh, who the hell cared about the goddamned landscape.
Butch had left after First Meal, saying he had a quick errand to run. Which was fine. Dandy. A-okay. But that had been two hours ago.
She wheeled around as someone came into the room. "Butch-oh... it's... you."
Vishous stood in the archway, a full-blooded warrior framed by the extravagant gold-leaf molding around him.
Dear Virgin in the Fade... his expression was utterly blank, the kind of thing you put on your face when you had bad news to deliver.
"Tell me he is alive," she said. "Save my life right here and now and tell me he is alive."
"He is."
Her knees buckled and she grabbed on to one of the wall-to-wall bookshelves. "But he isn't coming, is he?"
"No."
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a Turnbull and Asser button-down. She recognized the cut. It was what Butch wore.
Marissa wrapped an arm around her waist, overwhelmed by Vishous even though he was all the way across the room. He seemed like such a dangerous male-and not because of the tattoos on his temple or the black goatee or that fearsome body. The Brother was cold to the core, and someone that removed was capable of anything.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"He's okay."
"Then why isn't he here?"
"It was just a quick fight."
A... quick... fight. Her knees loosened again as memories of being at Butch's bedside crashed over her. She saw him lying on hospital sheets in that johnny, beaten up, almost dying. Contaminated by something evil.
"I want to see him."
"He's not here."
"Is he at my brother's?"
"No."
"And you're not going to tell me where he is, are you?"
"He's going to call you in a little bit."
"Was it with the lessers?" When all Vishous did was continue to stare at her, her heart kicked into overdrive.
She couldn't bear for Butch to be involved in this war. Look what had already been done to him. "Goddamn it, tell me if it was with the slayers, you smug bastard."
Only silence. Which of course answered the question. And also suggested that Vishous didn't care whether or not she was pissed off at him.
Marissa gathered up her skirts and marched over to the warrior. Up close, she had to crane her neck to look at his face. God, those eyes, those diamond white eyes with the midnight blue lines around the irises. Cold. So very cold.
She did her best to hide her shiver, but he caught it.