J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 5-8 - J. R. Ward [691]
But no, they were the same as always.
Locked into the skin she was in.
There was a soft rustle of paper, the letter sliding back into its envelope.
“Well, there’s only one thing to do,” Ehlena said.
Xhex focused on the burning sun in the center of the painting and forced herself to pull back from the brink. “And that is.”
“We’re going to go up and get him out.”
Xhex shot a glare over her shoulder. “At the risk of sounding like we’re in an action movie…there’s no way you and I can go up against a shitload of symphaths. Besides, you read the letter. You know what I agreed to.”
Ehlena tapped the envelope on her knee. “But it says you can’t go on his behalf, right? So…what if I asked you to head up there with me. Then it would be on my behalf, right? If you’re a symphath, surely you must appreciate that loophole.”
Xhex’s brain churned over the implications and she smiled briefly. “Quick thinking. But no offense, you’re a civilian. I’m going to need a lot more backup than you.”
Ehlena rose from the sofa. “I know how to shoot, and I’m trained as a triage nurse, so I can deal with field injuries. Besides, you need me if you’re going to get around that vow you’re stuck with. So what do you say?”
Xhex was all for the guns-blazing shit, but if she got Ehlena killed in the process of letting Rehv out, that wasn’t going to go over well.
“Fine, I’m going alone,” Ehlena said, tossing the letter down on the sofa. “I’ll find him and I’ll—”
“Hold up, hard-ass.” Xhex took a deep breath, picked up Rehv’s last missive, and allowed herself to be open to the possibilities. What if there were a way to…
From out of nowhere, purpose poured into her, her veins firing up with something other than pain. Yes, she thought. She could see how to work this.
“I know who we can go to.” She started to beam. “I know how we can do this.”
“Who?”
She put her palm out to Ehlena. “If you want to go up there, I’m in, but we do it my way.”
Rehv’s nurse glanced down before leveling toffee-colored eyes on Xhex’s face. “I go with you. That’s my one condition. I. Go.”
Xhex nodded slowly. “I understand. But everything else is up to me.”
“Deal.”
When their palms met, the other female’s grip was strong and steady. Which, considering everything they were contemplating, boded well for how Ehlena would hold on to the butt of a gun.
“We’re going to get him out,” Ehlena breathed.
“God help us.”
SIXTY-FIVE
Okay, here’s the deal, George. You see these fuckers? They’re trouble, straight-up trouble. I know we’ve done this a couple of times, but let’s not get cocky.”
As Wrath tapped the bottom step of the mansion’s staircase with his shitkicker, he pictured the stretch of red-carpeted on-your-ass going all the way up from the foyer to the second floor. “Good news is? You can see what you’re doing. Bad news is? I go down and there’s a risk I might take you with me. Not what we’re looking for.”
He absently stroked the dog’s head. “Shall we?”
He gave the forward signal and started stepping up. George stuck right with him, the dog’s slight roll of the shoulder transmitted through the handle as they ascended. At the top, George paused.
“Study,” Wrath said.
Together, they walked straight ahead. When the dog stopped again, Wrath oriented himself by the sound of the crackling in the fireplace and was able to walk with the dog over to the desk. As soon as he sat down in the new chair, George took a seat as well, right next to him.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Vishous said from the doorway.
“Tough shit.”
“Tell me you want us in with you.”
Wrath ran his hand down George’s flank. God, the dog’s fur was soft. “Not at first.”
“You sure?” Wrath let his raised eyebrow speak for itself. “Yeah, okay. Fine. But I’m going to be right outside the door the whole time.”
And V wasn’t going