The Shadows

Although, from what the other Chosen had had to say, it seemed like the disease or disorder, or whatever the fuck it was, was going to have its own course, regardless of what anyone did.

“I got some experience with that,” Rehv murmured. “When I met Ehlena? She didn’t know that I was half sin-eater, much less the heir to the throne of the symphaths. I sure as shit wasn’t in a big hurry to tell her, but it wasn’t like I could hide the tracks in my arms, or my impulses, or who I was. And remmy, I had the same night job you do now. Not exactly good news to bring on home to the little female. I fought it for as long as I could, and when the truth came out? I knew she was going to leave. Was convinced of it. For a while she did, and I had nothing but love for her anyway. In the end, though? Worked out.”

Trez wished he could take some inspiration from that. “Selena’s going to die.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Listen, I’m no fan of my subspecies, but we have know-how up north. Let me see what I can bring back for you.”

Trez cranked his head around and stared at the guy. “You don’t have to—”

“Stop it.”

Trez had to look away. “Don’t make me cry. I hate feeling like a pussy.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“You’ve already saved me once.”

“I like to think we saved each other.”

Trez thought about the night the pair of them met. The how and the where, up in that cabin on the mountain, the one that was the first structure Trez had run into when he’d finally dropped himself out of the air . . . also the one where Rehv had had to do the duty with that nasty symphath Princess who’d been blackmailing him.

Trez had taken shelter when Rehv had arrived and fucked the bitch standing up a couple of times. Afterward, she had left him in a mess on the floor, the poison she’d put on her skin having leveled Rehvenge.

Caring for the guy had only seemed natural.

And in return? He and that purple-eyed bastard had become brothers of a sort. To the point where, when iAm had turned up on the outside, the three of them had fallen in together, Trez’s loyalty and gratitude indenturing him and his kin to the sin-eater.

If he knew one and only one thing about Rehvenge after all these years, it was that he was a male of worth. In spite of being a pimp and a club owner, a degenerate and a reprobate, an evil-hearted, sadistic SOB . . . he was, and always would be, one of the finest males Trez had ever known.

“I’ll get going then,” Rehv said.

With another round of that grunting, the male got to his feet, and when he was on the vertical with that mink coat dusting the bald floor of the training center, he cleared his throat and didn’t look at Trez. Not a surprise, and kind of a gift. Trez didn’t deal well with big emotions either.

“Thank you,” Trez said roughly.

“Save the gratitude for if I bring back something worth having.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Rehv leaned down, offering his dagger hand. “Anything I got is yours.”

Trez had to blink hard. Then pass his hand over his eyes. “Your friendship’s all I need, my man. ’Cuz it’s pretty damn priceless.”

* * *

As iAm walked out of the men’s locker room, he checked to make sure the buttons on his shirt had been done up properly. The shower lasted only five minutes, tops, but the water had been ice-cold, and he guessed he felt a little more with it.

Hard to tell with all the brain fry he had going on.

He stopped as he looked up and saw Trez and Rehv linked by their palms. For some reason, the quiet moment between the males took him back to the night Trez had escaped.

So strange the paths that crossed when you least expected it.

Rehv glanced over as the pair released their grips. “Hey, iAm.”

“Hey, man.”

Like they were at some kind of funeral, the two of them met in the middle and did the backslapper embrace guys rocked when there were too many feels in the air. A moment later, Rehv left without a backward glance, striding down to the office, his floor-length mink billowing out behind him, his red cane plugging into the floor to keep his balance.

“Glad he showed,” iAm said as he glanced at the shut door of the exam room. Guess they were still cleaning Selena up.

What a fucking night. Day. Whatever it was.

“Yeah.”

iAm checked his watch. Well, whaddaya know. It was eight p.m. After sundown. They’d been here for, like, over twelve hours straight.

“So are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?”

iAm dropped his arm and looked at his brother. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, man.” Trez let out an exhausted curse. “You think I can’t read you? Really?”

iAm paced down a couple of yards. Came back. Went down again.

“More good news, huh,” Trez muttered.

“Yeah.”

“Get it off your chest. At least one of us will feel better.”

“Doubt it.”

“Like shit can get worse?”

“The Queen gave birth.”

“And.”

“Not it.”

Trez closed his eyes and seemed to sag in his own skin. “Unbelievable timing.”

“It’s why s’Ex was calling you. He tracked me down when you didn’t answer and, yeah, there you go.”