Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Spoken like a true member of the Colony.”
“Come now, is that any way to say thank you.”
She toasted him. “Thank you.”
Underneath the folds of his full-length mink coat, which he was wearing even though the room was a balmy seventy degrees, Rehv crossed his legs at the knees and made sure the two halves covered his lower body completely—which was kind of a pity. He was wearing a perfectly cut dark gray suit that would have been appreciated by Butch, the other clotheshorse in the room.
“Speaking of symphaths,” Rehv drawled, “do you know what’s really annoying about them?”
Glancing over at him, she met his amethyst eyes. He’d recently had the sides of his Mohawk reshaved by V, and the top had been trimmed as well, the stand-up strip only about two inches high. Lounging back on the leather sofa like he was, he looked like a dangerous animal, even in his at-ease pose.
“You think I’ve forgotten?” She sipped more of the juice, the tart sweetness waking her up. Bonus. “Or is it just because you’re king of all us sociopaths and you—”
“Symphaths see what others hide.” Those glowing eyes went to the pool table and settled on John Matthew, who was leaning over with his cue, about to strike the rack of balls. “We know what others wish no one else did.”
Xhex stiffened. “It’s rude to read my grid.”
“So read mine back and we’ll be even. I’ll honestly tell you what you’ll find in me first, though. Unlike you. If I were to ask you how you are, you’d lie and give me some bullshit about how you’re sleeping fine and perfectly alert and—” Those purple eyes swung back in her direction. “—perfectly. Fucking. Fine.”
Shaking her head, Xhex smiled coldly. “You’re a fucking—”
“No, the asshole is your brother.”
“Yeah, okay, I’m not talking about Blade right now. And I was having a nice night until you came around—”
“Your grid’s collapsing.”
Xhex blinked. Then started to get up. “Well, on that note, I’ll just take this grapefruit juice—”
Rehv clapped a hold on her arm. “I’m not fucking around here, female. Your grid is collapsing. Do you understand what that means.”
When she pulled at her wrist, he let her go. “I’ve had a little trouble sleeping,” she said. “No big deal.”
Try, she hadn’t slept since she went onto Deer Mountain and talked to that … whatever that was.
Wolven.
As the word ricocheted around her mind, she tried to ignore it. Tried to ignore … the obvious concern in Rehv’s normally harsh and unforgiving face—
At that moment, her phone rang and she jumped again, splashing grapefruit juice everywhere.
“You’re going to want to answer that,” Rehv said grimly.
“Why.”
“I was the one who told them to call you.”
“Who is it.”
“Answer. The. Phone.”
If it had been anyone else, anybody else on the planet—except for John Matthew—she would have fucked off the order. But as a strange feeling came over her, she took out the vibrating cell phone—
And answered. The. Phone.
“Hello?” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw John Matthew look up from his third shot, like he was debating whether to come over and see what was wrong.
“Hello,” she said with more force. “Well, say something, goddamn it.”
“Is this Alex Hess,” a deep male voice replied.
“Yes.”
“I need to talk to you. About the labs. And yes, the ones you and I both know about.”
Xhex swung her eyes over to Rehv. Her old friend, her fellow symphath, her other king, was staring at her with something she had never seen on his face before.
It was stark terror. For her.
Between one blink and the next, she heard that ghostly entity’s voice in her mind, sure as if it had been inserted there deliberately: That is not your question, child.
“Who the fuck is this,” she demanded.
“You don’t know who I am. But I need to talk to you.”
As a feeling of premonition came over her, she shifted her eyes to John Matthew. He’d flubbed his shot and was standing off to one side, staring at her.
He was the love she would never have dared believe in, the one, pure thing in her life, uncontaminated by both her bad side … and what had been done to her all those years ago.
There is a path before you, my child. It will be long and dangerous, and the resolution of your quest is not clear at this time. But if you do not start … you will never, ever finish.
“I don’t know what you have to do,” Rehv said softly, “but you need to take care of your business. You don’t have a lot of time left.”
“Alex Hess?” the voice over the connection repeated.
“If your grid collapses,” Rehv announced, “psychosis is going to own you and everyone who loves you is going to lose you even as you live and breathe in front of us.”