left to save ... barely anything to bury. Sinking to his knees afore the smoldering bones and the stench, he had a moment of deplorable weakness: Tears sprang to his eyes. The Bloodletter had been a brute, but as his only claimed male offspring, Xcor and he had been close.... Indeed, they were one of another.
"By all that is holy," Zypher said hoarsely. "Whate'er was that?"
Xcor blinked hard before he glared over his shoulder. "She killed him."
"Aye. And then some."
As the band of bastards came to stand about him, one by one, Xcor had to think of what to say, what to do.
Stiffly rising to a stand, he wanted to call for his stallion, but his mouth was too dry to whistle. His father ... long his nemesis and yet his grounding, too, was dead. Dead. And it had happened so fast, too fast.
By a female.
His father, gone.
When he could, he looked at each of the males afore him, the two on horseback, the two on foot, the one to his right. With weighty realization, he knew that whatever destiny lay ahead, it would be shaped by what he did in this moment, right here, right now.
He had not prepared for this, but he would not turn away from what he must do:
"Hear this now, for I shall utter it but once. No one is to say a thing. My father died in battle with the enemy. I burned him to pay homage and keep him with me. Swear this to me now."
The bastards he had long lived and fought with so vowed, and after their deep voices drifted away on the night, Xcor leaned down and raked his fingers through the ashes. Raising his hands to his face, he streaked the sooty marking from his cheeks to the thick veins that ran up either side of his neck - and then he palmed the hard, bony skull that was all that was left of his father. Holding the steaming, charred remains aloft, he claimed the soldiers before him as his own.
"I am your sole liege now. Bind yourselves unto me at this moment or thou art mine enemy. What say you all."
There was nary a hesitation. The males set upon bended knee, taking out their daggers, and bursting forth with a war cry before burying the blades into the earth at his feet.
Xcor stared at their bowed heads and felt a mantle fall upon his shoulders. The Bloodletter was dead. No longer living, he was a legend starting this night.
And as is right and proper, the son now stepped into the soles of his sire, commanding these soldiers who would serve not Wrath, the king who would not rule, nor the Brotherhood, who would not deign to lower themselves to this level ... but Xcor and Xcor alone.
"We go in the direction from whence the female came," he announced. "We shall find her even if it takes centuries, and she shall pay for what she hath wrought this night." Now Xcor whistled loud and clear to his stallion. "I shall take this death out of her hide myself."
Springing up onto his horse, he gathered the reins and spurred the great beast into the night, his band of bastards falling into formation upon his heels, prepared to go to the death for him.
As they thundered out of the village, he put the skull of his father in his leather battle shirt, right over his heart.
Vengeance would be his own. Even if it killed him.
Chapter One
PRESENT DAY
AQUEDUCT RACETRACK, QUEENS, NEW YORK
"I want to blow you."
Dr. Manny Manello swiveled his head to the right and looked at the woman who'd spoken to him. It was hardly the first time he'd heard that combination of words, and the mouth they'd come out of certainly had enough silicone in it to offer a good cushion. But it was still a surprise.
Candace Hanson smiled at him and adjusted her Jackie O. hat with a manicured hand. Apparently, she'd decided that the combination of ladylike and raunchy was enticing - and maybe it was to some guys.
Hell, at another time in his life, he probably would have taken her up on it, under the why-the-hell-not theory. Now? File that under not-so-much.
Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm, she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn't so much defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on its shoes. "I know where we could go."
He bet she did. "Race is about to