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Maybe that was what she liked about John Matthew. He’d looked at her and touched her and treated her like she was a female. Like she were precious.

Not because she wasn’t as strong as he was, but because she was rare and special—

Christ. Spare her from the estrogen. And that would all be in the past tense now, anyway.

“The meeting?” she prompted.

“Fine. Be that way. As for the council? They didn’t show, but this did.” Rehv took a long flat envelope out of his breast pocket and tossed it onto the counter. “I’ll let you read it later. Needless to say my secret’s been known for quite some time. Stepdad blabbed on the way to the Fade, and it was a miracle the shit didn’t get out before now.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“That’s an affidavit, by the way. Not some kind of random scribble on the back of a napkin.” Rehv shook his head. “I’m going to have to get into that house of Montrag’s. See if there are any more copies around.”

“I can do it.”

Those amethyst eyes narrowed. “No offense, but I’ll pass on the offer. You don’t look right.”

“That’s just because you haven’t seen me without clothes on in a while. Get me in leather and you’ll be back to knowing I’m a hard-ass.”

Rehv’s eyes went down to the ragged wounds around her thighs. “Hard to imagine you got on me about what I was doing to my arm, considering what those pins of yours look like.”

She covered herself up with the towel. “I’ll go over to Montrag’s place today.”

“Why were you taking a shower?”

“Because I was all bloody.”

The smile that stretched Rehv’s mouth and revealed his fangs was all about the throw-down. “You found Grady.”

“Yup.”

“Niiiiiiice.”

“We should expect a visit from the CPD sometime very soon.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Xhex patted dry her cilices and her knife, then walked past Rehv and went into the two square feet of his closet that were hers. Taking out a fresh pair of leathers and a black muscle shirt, she glanced over her shoulder.

“You mind giving me a little privacy.”

“You’re putting those damn things on again?”

“How’s your dopamine supply?”

Rehv chuckled and headed for the door. “I’ll take care of searching Montrag’s place. You’ve done enough dirty work for other people lately.”

“I can handle it.”

“Doesn’t mean you should have to.” He reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. “Fuck, I forgot to turn this thing back on.”

When the screen lit up, he looked down and his emotions…flickered.

His emotions actually flickered.

Maybe it was because her cilices were off and her symphath side didn’t take long to come forward, but she couldn’t keep herself from focusing on him hard, the weakness he sported making her curious.

What she noticed, though, was not so much his emotional grid…but the fact that his scent was different.

“You’ve fed from someone,” she said.

Rehv froze, giving himself away by the stillness of that big body of his.

“Don’t even try to lie,” she murmured. “I can smell it.”

Rehv shrugged, and she got ready for a whole lot of no-big-dealing. He even opened his mouth, his hard face assuming the bored expression he used to distance people.

Except he didn’t say a thing. Didn’t seem to be able to muster the blow-off.

“Wow.” Xhex shook her head. “Serious stuff, huh.”

Ignoring the question was evidently the best he could do. “When you’re ready, let’s meet with Trez and iAm and do the status update before closing.”

Rehv turned on his loafers and went back out into the office.

Funny, she thought to herself, as she picked up one of the steel bands and got ready to crank it around her thigh, she’d never expected to see him like that. Ever.

Made her wonder who it was. And how much the female knew about him.

Rehv went to his desk and sat down, phone in his hand. Ehlena had called and left a message, but instead of wasting time to listen to it, he called up her contact info and—

The call that came through was the only one that would have diverted him from finishing the dial action. He answered and said, “Which Brother am