up the sleeve on her right arm.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“I am going to give you my vein.” She stopped before him. Close enough to grab. Near enough so that if he wanted, he could have yanked her into his lap. Found her breasts with his hands, his mouth. “You are worse off than you think.”
“Oh, aye,” he said harshly. “You are right. But not about my injuries.”
She put her wrist to him. “You were hit by a vehicle of the Brotherhood’s, weren’t you.”
“So you feel you owe me this? Interesting change in affiliation.”
“You do not deny it, then.”
“I cannot fathom where you are going with this, female. You had no comfort being treasonous before. What has changed?”
“You didn’t attack them tonight, did you. You had a chance when the fighting happened to go after members of the Brotherhood, but instead of ordering your soldiers to target Manny and Rhage, or the other Brothers who were down there, you left the theater without hurting any of them.”
Aye, he thought. He had gathered that the RV was the Brothers’.
He had caught that scent dematerializing out of it—and no other vampire group could afford such a luxury.
Xcor cracked a hard laugh. “Have you not heard of self-preservation? If I was injured as badly as you think I am, I left to save myself.”
“Bullshit. I know your reputation. You had an opportunity tonight and you didn’t take it. Matter of fact, you’ve had the chance to attack our compound for almost a year and you’ve done nothing.”
“Must I remind you of the nature of our arrangement here?” he asked in a bored tone. “You show up and indulge mine eyes, and I don’t slaughter them all.”
“A vow given to a female would never stop you. You are the Bloodletter’s son.”
Oh, but a vow to you would, he thought to himself.
Her voice grew strong. “You are not going to agress on them, are you. Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. Not a year from now. And not because I’m coming here to see you—otherwise, you would have killed one or more of them in the alleys this eve. That would be outside the scope of our agreement, would it not?”
As he stared up at her, her eyes were so shrewd that he felt diminished in stature—and not because he was sitting down and she was standing over him.
“For whatever reason, they are no longer a target for you, are they,” she said. “Are they.”
As Layla stood above Xcor, she spoke aloud the realization that had formulated in her head during the drive from the Brotherhood compound here to the cottage.
It was as if she had been walking at a steep incline and had suddenly reached a clearing in the brush that showed her the vista that she had been a part of, and yet unaware of.
“Answer me,” she demanded.
He cocked a brow. “You said I am a male of no honor, that the vow to a female would not curtail my actions. Why do you want me to give you any reply when it cannot be trusted.”
“What’s changed? I know it has nothing to do with me, but something has shifted.”
“Since you are so good at filling in my responses, I believe I shall just sit back and allow you to hold both sides of this conversation.”
As he continued to stare up at her, his face as calm and composed as a mask, she knew he was going to give her nothing further. And perhaps he was right: She could not trust what he said.
She would, however, put faith in his actions.
“Take from me,” she said, extending her wrist. “And heal.”
“You are a perverse female. What about your young?”
“Females can safely feed a male, provided they do not take overmuch.”
She had fed Qhuinn and Blay up until about a month ago, when they had switched to Selena out of an over-abundance of caution. And anyway, she herself had taken a vein a mere twelve hours ago, so she was at her very strongest.
And he was not.
“You have not fed properly since you took my vein, have you.”
His eyes flicked away to the fire. “Of course I have.”
“You lie.”
“Please make use of that car of yours and spirit yourself back to the Brotherhood.”
“No.”
His eyes narrowed to a glare as he looked back at her. “You are trying my patience.”
“Because I’m right about all of this—”
Just like that, he was up on his feet, and even though he had a limp, he still managed to press