The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood #13) - J. R. Ward Page 0,56

far more Shadow-ish than his brother.

In their culture, anything physical like that was sacred. Which sucked, because biological necessity forced him to feed probably six times a year, and every time he did, it was an exercise in self-discipline—and not because he wanted to bang whoever it was.

He was, at his ripe old age, still a virgin.

He blamed the celibacy on the shit with Trez, and the teachings and traditions of his kind, which he sometimes felt like he took waaaaay too seriously—

Wow. He was so wound that he was talking to himself.

About shit he already knew.

Which wasn’t even that interesting to begin with.

He paced around. Checked his watch again and then looked to the terrace. Where the fuck was—

“That you?”

iAm wheeled around at the male voice that came from the bedrooms. Striding forward to the hall, he palmed his forty, but given the inflection? Not much was going to be a problem.

And sure enough, as he rounded the corner into what had been his crib, he found s’Ex stretched out on the bed, the sheets wadded up around his naked body, a double-size bottle of Ciroc nestled in his arms like a baby.

“I thought you were in mourning,” iAm said as he tucked his gun away.

“Am.” s’Ex held up the half-empty bottle. “This is my Kleenex.”

“Doesn’t the Queen want you in the Territory”

“Not really.” The male slashed his hand through the air. “Too embarrassing. I’m okay to fuck behind closed doors, but out in the open? No good. Course, all woulda been forgiven if the chart’d been right. But no.”

iAm leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms. “How long have you been here?”

“Since you left—was it last night? You need more liquor up in here. When can you bring it? And I want some females.”

iAm’s first instinct was to tell the guy to go screw. Natch. But he needed something from the bastard.

“I can make that happen,” he said.

s’Ex closed his eyes and rolled his hips under the sheets. “When.”

“You gotta do something for me first.”

Those lids lifted slowly, and the black eyes glittered. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Actually, it does.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.” iAm held that gaze steadily. “I need to get into the palace.”

s’Ex shut his piehole. Then he shoved his tremendous torso upright, the covers falling down, pooling at his waist. In the light from the bathroom, the tattoos that covered every inch of his flesh glowed like they were fluorescent against his dark skin.

“Not what I thought you’d say,” he murmured. “Without a gun to your head.”

“What I need from you is a guaranteed out.”

“So you’re going to steal something.”

“I just want access to the library.”

“Lot of recreational reading out here in the human world.”

“And I need to go now.”

s’Ex stared at him for a while. And then he yawned like a lion, great fangs flashing as his jaw cracked from the strain.

“Now,” iAm said.

“The palace is closed for mourning.”

“You got out.”

s’Ex made a noncommittal noise. “What kind of information are you looking for?”

“Not relevant for your purposes.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

“Look, I need to go now, and I have to be back before dawn. This is an emergency. I’m not asking to stroke you.”

s’Ex frowned. “Like I said, the palace is closed.”

“So you’re going to have to sneak me in.”

“Why the fuck do you think I’m going to help you.”

iAm smiled coldly. “Get me in and out, and you’re fucking that Queen of yours.”

“Ours. And if I want to screw her, all I have to do is slide into her bed.”

“You think you can still stand to do that now?”

“Don’t romanticize me,” s’Ex said grimly.

iAm shrugged. “Whatever. Bottom line is, you’re never going to get Trez at this point. I’ve got to try to help him.”

If Selena died? Everybody was going to lose him. Shit, all iAm had to do was think of his brother bolting from that exam room, racing out into the corridor with a gun up to his temple, ready to pull the trig.

s’Ex stared up at him for the longest time. “What the hell is going on?”

“I’m giving it to you straight. Your interests and mine are aligned. I don’t want my brother dead and neither do you. We’ll fight over what happens to him at the end of this, but right now? You need me to get him through a certain crisis.”

“Put a definition on ‘crisis.’”

iAm looked away. “Someone who’s close to him is sick.”

“Not him, though?”

“No.”

“You?”

“Do I look sick.” iAm met the executioner’s eyes again. “Look, you and I