pictured the female running in that meadow around her parents’ cottage with her pretrans brother. “So she mated. Who is her mate?”
“An aristocrat.”
Popping his lids open, he frowned. “Tell me it is a love match.”
“Yes.”
Syn exhaled in relief. “This is good news. I’ve always wondered what happened to her. If I had believed in a benevolent creator, I would have prayed for just what she got. Where did she settle?”
“Here in Caldwell.”
“Really. Well, that’s good. She’s safe here—”
“Sunnise was killed in the Raids.” As Syn looked over in horror, V continued, “Along with her hellren and both her young. Murdered. By the lessers.”
“You’re lying. You’re telling me this to—”
V looked bored. “You think I would waste a split second on making this shit up? They were slaughtered in their home about seven miles from here. In the death photograph I saw, which was taken by a blooded relation of hers, she was holding her daughter. She had tried to shield the young with her own body. The hellren and the son were decapitated.”
When Syn heard something crack, he looked down. The cue ball in his hand had split in half, powdering under the pressure he had exerted upon it.
“You asked me to find her.” V finished his OJ. “And I did. What you do with the information, like everything else in your life, is up to you.”
With that, the Brother left the billiards room, the sound of his shitkickers drifting away until all Syn knew was the dense silence around him.
And the agony in his chest.
CHAPTER SIXTY
At the base of the alley downtown, Mr. F grabbed the back of the slayer’s parka and yanked the other lesser around. Putting his face into his subordinate’s, he spoke in a voice he had never heard come out of his mouth before.
“We stay together.” He looked the other two dead in the eye. “The four of us stay the fuck together or I will kill you myself.”
That was not an empty threat. Even though they were all technically immortal, he was done with the whole fucking thing. The Omega had meted out such a punishment with dawn’s arrival that Mr. F could barely walk. He could also barely hear, the ringing in his ears the kind of background noise through which he couldn’t decipher anything softer than a scream.
He had been tasked with finding recruits.
He had been told that it was his last chance.
And he had been aware that the Omega had changed. No more stains on the white robe. No more weakness. Nothing but a horrible power that seemed to gather further strength as the hours had passed.
Mr. F had been used as a piece of exercise equipment, and his misery had fueled the abuse further. When he had finally been cast out of Dhunhd and sent back to this world, he had known that he was being toyed with and lied to. As soon as he got the recruits in order, he was going to be demoted.
Or whatever was worse than demotion.
Tonight was his one shot at survival—on his own terms. If he didn’t execute faultlessly?
“We stay the fuck together,” he snapped.
The other two seemed too overwhelmed to argue about anything, and that was good for them. And as for this one with the AWOL ideas? Mr. F was going to break him like a horse if he had to.
“Now, we are going this way.” He pointed in the direction the internal signal was coming from. “And you are going to go together.”
When nobody moved, he yelled, “March!”
Mr. F took out one of the three guns he had. He’d given the knives and the ropes to the others.
“If you don’t start moving, I will shoot you myself,” he growled.
As he and his troops started off, he felt nothing like himself. He was another person, and not because of the initiation into the Lessening Society. The pressure he was under, the limited choices he had, the torture he had endured, had all hardened him into something else. Gone was the pacifist, druggie, fuckup. In its place… a military man.
And he meant exactly what he’d said.
He would stab them if he had to. Drag them if he must. Kick them and coerce them—anything to get them funneled down this fucking alley and into those goddamn motherfucking Brothers who he could sense, clear as day, just blocks away.
Mr. F knew he was right about where their enemy was. And he didn’t have long to get the validation he didn’t require.