He snorted softly. "You are such a bitch, sister."
"Had a great teacher, brother."
He shook his head. "I won't do the ceremony. I can't. I just can't. Not with what we do, not with what we face. But I can give him everything else he wants."
Not doing the ceremony wouldn't save Liander from hurt or pain or worse if Rhoan died. Not if what Ben said was true. But I wasn't about to give my brother another reason to push Liander away. Not when he was finally getting everything he wanted.
"He's never wanted the ceremony, Rhoan. All he's ever wanted is you."
"And that's the whole problem, sis. I love what I do. I love the adrenaline rush of it." He hesitated, then added softly, "I'm addicted to it. I need it. I can't completely give it up, not even for Liander."
And he wasn't talking about the killing. He was talking about the sex.
"I never knew."
His gaze met mine. "Liander does. I told him a while ago, when he basically told me to give up other men or he'd walk away."
"So that's why you've been behaving yourself."
"Everywhere except work. He understood, Riley. He really did."
"He's an amazing man."
"And as I've said all along, I don't want to lose him." His gaze went to his lover. "And especially not like this. If one of us has to die, then let it be me."
"Let it be no one in this little family unit," I said softly. "I think we've coped with enough shit in our lives already."
"Ain't that the truth." He looked at me for a moment, then touched a hand lightly to my still-scarred arm. "The hole is gradually healing."
"Yeah, thankfully." Though it was taking its time, it would heal and probably without much of a scar. I was going to end up with one on my face, though, at the point where one of the bakeneko's claws had dug the deepest. But at least it wasn't in the middle of my face nor was it that big. I could live with it.
Especially given what could have happened.
"But you still look very tired. Maybe you should go home and rest."
"Brother, I look better than you do."
"Yeah, but I didn't lose buckets of blood and then refuse to let the hospital do something about it."
No, he'd almost lost something worse. His heart. His soul. "You know I hate hospitals."
"And I'm giving you the chance to get out of one."
I studied him for a moment, then said, "Are you sure you don't want company?"
"I'll be fine. Liander will be fine. All is good. Go home and rest."
I leaned forward and kissed him. "Thanks. Just make sure you eat, bro. You're going to need all the strength you can muster to look after Liander when he comes home."
He snorted softly. "And you think I'm a bad patient. Wait until we get him home."
The anticipation was there for the world to see, and I smiled. "Bringing him home has a nice sound to it, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," he said, and flicked my nose. "Go."
I went.
Dusk was settling in by the time I got home. And resting against the front door of our apartment, waiting for me, was a clear plastic container holding a single red rose.