The Shadows

Moving fast, Trez had unclothed his body, tearing the fine mesh and the gemstones off of himself, ripping free the fasteners, popping all manner of buckles, belts, and securities. Then, naked and bleeding from the effort, he had closed his eyes and concentrated.

His anxiety had been so great, he had nearly failed, especially as he heard shouts outside of his door, the security cameras having reported his activities with alacrity and accuracy.

His conviction that this was his one and only chance had given him the grab to reach down and pull some greater strength out from his core.

Just before he went airborne, s’Ex had burst through the door, and they had locked eyes for a split second.

Then it was up and out through the air vent.

Poof!

He had followed the duct system by staying with the current that ran against him, figuring that the draft would show him the way to the great outdoors. He’d been right. Moments later, he had scrambled out into the night, expelling himself high above his previous confines, so shocked that he had gotten away with it that he had nearly re-formed and fallen to the roof of the palace.

A quick collection of his wits and he had been off, with no direction, no further plan, no supplies, no money.

But freedom was priceless . . . and would eventually lead him to cross paths with a vampire who had changed the direction of his life—

* * *

“Trez? Buddy?”

Trez exploded out of his sleep just as he had that venting system, and for a split second, he had no fucking clue where he was.

A heartbeat later, though, a pair of amethyst eyes directly in front of his face brought everything back: the training center, Selena, the present, not the past.

“Selena—”

Rehvenge put a hand out. “Whoa, easy. They’re almost finished bathing her.”

“Bathing her . . .” Trez rubbed his face and looked around, seeing a whole lot of concrete wall.

Christ, he was so exhausted, he’d crashed in the corridor outside of the examination room in the four-point-two seconds it had taken for him to sit his ass down and take a deep breath.

Rehvenge grunted as he used his cane to help himself down to the hard concrete floor. Stretching his legs out, he folded his full-length mink coat around his thighs, even though it was no colder than sixty-eight degrees.

“My Ehlena called me.” Rehv gave Trez the once-over and, going by his tight expression, didn’t like what he saw. “I would have been here sooner, but I was dealing with business up north.”

“How’re your colonists? Still psycho?”

“How are you?”

“I’m great, Your Highness.”

“Don’t try to fuck me, okay?”

“Sorry.” Trez let his head fall back against the cool wall. “I’m not at my best.”

Rehv glanced at the exam room’s closed door. “Where’s iAm?”

“Locker room. I think he went in there for a shower.”

“Knew he’d be down here with you.”

“Yeah.”

There was a stretch of quiet. And then Rehv said, “How long have we known each other?”

“A million years.”

The sin-eater laughed tightly. “Feels that way.”

“Yeah.”

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

“About . . . ?” When Rehv just popped a brow, Trez took a shuddering breath. Of course the guy wanted to know about Selena and the bonding. “Look, I didn’t even want myself to be aware of how I felt about her. I just . . . shit, you know what I was like with the whores. How the hell am I bringing that to the table with someone like a Chosen? But now this. For fuck’s sake, all that wasted time. Not that we would have been together necessarily, but . . . maybe I could have helped. Or . . .”