iAm nodded once, his face deceptively calm: His tell was the twitch in his left eyebrow—shit, Trez was going to hear allllll about this as soon as it was over.
Great. Something else to look forward to.
s’Ex reached up to the black brooch at his throat. Big as a fighter’s fist, it was studded with black stones, the metal twisting in and around itself—and when he removed the thing, all those robes fell to the floor.
Exposing a pedestrian-looking wife beater and a pair of black combat pants.
What was not pedestrian was the rest of him: Every inch of his skin was marked with that white ritual tattooing, his heavily muscled arms and shoulders patterned with the shit. And yet, he could still pass for human.
Good news for the prostitutes.
“In spite of the fact that you’re late,” s’Ex gritted out, “I did you all a favor.”
“So our parents are alive?” Trez said.
“Oh, yeah, that, too. They are losing their quarters, however—at the queen’s request. Last time I checked, your mother was having a nervous breakdown as her jewels were being repossessed.” The executioner smiled slowly. “Her majesty is actually pleased with their suffering. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you planned this all perfectly.”
“What’s the favor?”
“Her majesty is about to be occupied with things that don’t involve you for a little while.”
Trez narrowed his eyes. “How so?”
“About nine months.”
“I’m sorry, what? I don’t get what you’re—”
“She’s pregnant.”
Trez stopped breathing. And then forced his lungs to get back with the program as he shot a glance over at his brother. “How the hell did that happen?”
“Of all people, I’d assume you don’t need a diagram.”
“But I thought her consort died ten years ago?”
“Yeah. Such a shame.” s’Ex cracked his knuckles. “He had a bad fall.”
“So whose is it.”
s’Ex smiled with a sly edge. “It’s a miracle.”
Holy … shit.
s’Ex nodded. “The timing’s good for you because she’s going to have to wait to see if it’s another daughter. At that point, the star charts will have to be read to figure out which will be the next queen. Obviously, if it’s a son? You’re screwed. If not, you might have a shot—after all, you were promised to that particular daughter. If another is to be queen? You’re good.”
iAm exhaled slowly. “This is … pretty fucking great news. Potentially.”
“But you still owe me,” s’Ex growled. “From now going forward? You take care of me … or I’ll take care of you both.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Trez jacked up his slacks, his mind reeling. “Whatever you need.”
“That’s more like it.”
Jesus … this changed everything. Or at least, it could.
A far better outcome than he could have engineered.
As s’Ex’s obsidian stare shifted to the hall the girls had gone down, Trez refocused. “A couple of rules.”
The executioner glanced back. “I don’t hear that.”
Trez stepped in tight, meeting the huge male grille-to-grille. “The rules are this—you do not hurt them. Rough sex is okay if it’s consensual, but no permanent scars or marks. And you may not eat them. Those are my only two constraints, and they are not negotiable.”
With Shadows, you always had to set limits. Especially a Shadow like this one.
“Wait, are they yours?” the male asked.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit, why didn’t you just say?” s’Ex put out his palm. “My vow. Nothing permanent and no lunch.”
What a relief, Trez thought as he clasped that hand and gave it a hard shake. “But I’m giving them to you for however long you want them. And the apartment, too, of course. When you want something fresh? You know where to find me.”
As the executioner smiled and went to walk off, Trez snagged a hold on the male’s arm. “One more thing—those are humans. As far as they know, vampires are fiction—and you need to keep it like that if you want this to continue.”
s’Ex looked bored. “Fine. But it would have been more fun the other way.”
As he stalked out of the room, his heavy footfalls echoed down the corridor, and then there were voices. Followed by a door shutting.
Trez went directly to the bar even though it was only just after noon, and picked up a bottle of Maker’s Mark. He didn’t bother with a glass; straight from the bottle was good enough for him.
As the liquor burned its way down to his gut, his only thought was that he should feel more relief than he did. Then again, he wasn’t quite out of the woods yet.
And he’d taken the virtue of a good female about a half hour ago.
No get-out-of-jail-free card was going to change that.
“Nine lives,” iAm said as he came over and put his hand out.
Trez passed the bourbon over. “Not yet—”
The moan that rippled distantly was female in origin. And so was the one that followed.
“He’s going to do all three of them at once,” iAm muttered.
A quick image of the executioner on his back with one female straddling his hips, another riding his face, all while he fingered a third made Trez take the bottle back and drink hard.
Goddamn, Trez thought, he hoped he could stay ahead of that appetite.