J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 5-8 - J. R. Ward [560]
“Oh…shit, Ehlena—”
Abruptly, Rehvenge frowned and looked down at himself. His hand, the one that had been tender on her cheek, disappeared under the covers and his expression changed: The heat and the purpose drained right out of it, leaving only a troubling kind of disgust.
“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I’m sorry…I can’t…”
Rehvenge scrambled off the bed and took the duvet with him, pulling it free from under her body. He moved fast—but not so quickly that she missed the fact that he had an erection.
He was hard. Big, long, hard as a thighbone.
And yet he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door solidly.
Then locked it.
THIRTY
John told Qhuinn and Blay he was just going to crash in his room for the night, and when he was sure they’d bought the lie, he slipped out through the staff quarters of the house and went directly to ZeroSum.
He had to work fast, because sure as shit one of the two of them would check in on him and then form a damn search party.
Bypassing the front entrance of the club, he went around to the alley where he’d once seen Xhex crack the head of an asshole with a big mouth and a fistful of coke. Finding the security camera above the side exit, John tilted up his head and stared into the lens.
When the door opened, he didn’t have to look over to know it was her.
“You want to come in,” she said.
He shook his head, for once not bothered by the communication barrier. Shit, he didn’t know what to say to her. Didn’t know why he was here. He just had to come.
Xhex stepped out of the club and put her back against the door, crossing one steel-toed boot over the other. “You tell anyone?”
He met her eyes steadily and shook his head.
“You going to?”
He shook his head.
In a soft tone, one he’d never heard from her or expected to, she whispered, “Why?”
He just shrugged. Frankly, he was surprised she hadn’t tried to take his memories from him. Neater. Cleaner—
“I should have taken your memories,” she said, making him wonder if she was reading his mind. “I was just fucked in the head last night, and you left fast and I didn’t do it. Of course, now they’re long-term, so…”
This was why he came, he realized. He wanted to reassure her that he was going to keep quiet.
Tohr’s departure had cemented the decision. When John had gone to talk with the Brother and found the guy had disappeared again, and without word again, something had shifted in him, like a boulder being rolled from one side of his yard to another, a permanent change in the landscape.
John was alone. And therefore his decisions were his own. He respected Wrath and the Brotherhood, but he wasn’t a Brother and might well never be one. Sure, he was a vampire, but he’d spent most of his life outside of the race, so the symphath revulsion was something he’d never fully understood. Sociopaths? Hell, that shit started at home, as far as he was concerned, with the way Zsadist and V had acted before they’d mated.
John was not turning Xhex in to the king so she could get deported to that colony. No way.
Now her voice became hard. “So what do you want.”
Given the kind of bottom-feeding, opportunistic, desperate people she had to deal with night in and night out, he was not at all surprised by the demand.
Holding her stare, he shook his head and made a cutting motion over his throat. Nothing, he mouthed.
Xhex looked at him with cold gray eyes, and he felt her get into his head, sensing the push against his thoughts. He let her probe to see where he was at, because that more than any words he might have spoken would be what reassured her most.
“You’re one in a million, John Matthew,” she said quietly. “Most people would leverage the shit out of this. Especially given the kind of vices I can get serviced here at the club.”
He shrugged.
“So where you headed tonight? And where are your