Lover Avenged (Black Dagger Brotherhood 7)

Trez reached in and put his hand under the spray. With his palm in the rushing water, his chocolate eyes drifted back and abruptly became white from anger. "Just so we're clear. You die? I'm going to skin that bitch alive in the s'Hisbe tradition and send the strips back to your uncle. Then I'm going to spit-roast her carcass and chew the meat from her bones."

Rehv smiled a little, thinking it wasn't cannibalism, because on a genetic level Shadows had as much in common with sympaths as humans did with chickens.

"Hannibal Lecter motherfucker," he murmured.

"You know how we do." Trez shook the water off his hand. "Symphaths... it's what's for dinner."

"You going to bust out the fava beans?"

"Nah, but I might have a nice Chianti with her, and some pommes frites. I gotta have some tater with my meat. Come on, let's get you under the water and wash that bitch's stank off."

Trez walked over and got Rehv up off the counter.

"Thank you," Rehv said quietly as they limped toward the shower.

Trez shrugged, knowing damn well they weren't talking about the visit to the bathroom. "You'd do the same for me."

"I would."

Under the spray, Rehv worked the Dial over himself until his skin was red as a raspberry, and got out of the shower only after he'd done his three-times-over wash. When he stepped free of the water, Trez handed him a towel, and he dried off as fast as he could without losing his balance.

"Speaking of favors..." he said, "I need your phone. Your phone and some privacy."

"Okay." Trez helped him back to bed and covered him up. "Man, good thing this duvet didn't land in the fire."

"So can I have your phone?"

"You going to play soccer with it?"

"Not as long as you leave my door closed."

Trez handed him a Nokia. "Take care of her. She's brand-new."

When he was alone, Rehv dialed carefully and hit send on a wing and a prayer, having no clue whether or not he got the number right.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?"

"Ehlena, I'm so sorry-"

"Ehlena?" the female voice said. "Sorry, there isn't any Ehlena at this number."

Ehlena sat in the ambulance holding in her tears out of habit. It wasn't like anyone could see her, but the anonymity didn't matter. As her latte cooled in its double cup, double sleeve, and the heater ran intermittently, she kept herself together because that's what she always did.

Until the CB radio went off with a squawk and scared her out of her numb colds.

"Base to four," Catya said. "Come in, four."

As Ehlena reached for the handset, she thought, See, this was exactly why she could never let her guard down. If she'd been a wilted mess and had to answer? Not where she needed to be.

She hit the talk button with her thumb. "This is four."

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes. I just needed...I'm coming back right now."

"There's no hurry. Take your time. I only wanted to make sure you were okay."

Ehlena glanced at the clock. God, it was nearly two a.m. She'd been sitting out here, gassing herself by running the engine and the heater, for almost two hours.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea what time it was. Do you need the ambulance for a pickup?"

"No, we were just worried about you. I know you assisted Havers on that body and-"

"I'm fine." She rolled down the window to let some air in and put the ambulance in gear. "I'm coming back right away."

"Don't rush, and listen, why don't you take the rest of the night off."

"That's okay-"

"It's not a request. And I've switched the schedule around so you have tomorrow free as well. You need a break after tonight."

Ehlena wanted to argue, but she knew that would just come across as defensive, and besides, with the decision made, there was nothing to fight for.

"All right."

"Take your time coming back."

"I will. Over and out."

She hung up the handset and headed for the bridge that would take her across the river. Just as she was accelerating on the ramp, her phone went off.

So Rehv was calling her back, huh. Not a surprise.

She took out the phone only to confirm that it was him, not because she was intending to answer his call.

Unknown number?

She hit send and brought her cell to her ear. "Hello?"

"Is this you?"

Rehv's deep voice still managed to shoot through her on a warm thrill, even though she was pissed off at him. And herself. Basically at the whole situation.

"Yes," she said. "This isn't your phone number, though."

"No, it's not. My cell had an accident."

She rushed ahead before he got to any sorrys. "Look, it's none of my business. Whatever's going on with you. You're right, I can't save you-"

"Why do you even want to try?"

She frowned. If the question had been self-pitying or accusatory, she would have just ended the call and changed her number. But there was nothing but sincere confusion coming through in his voice. That and utter exhaustion.

"I just don't understand...the why," he murmured.

Her answer was simple and from the soul. "How can I not."

"What if I don't deserve it."

She thought of Stephan lying on that stainless steel, his body cold and bruised. "Everyone with a beating heart deserves to be saved."

"Is that why you got into nursing?"

"No. I got into nursing because I want to be a doctor someday. The saving thing is just the way I see the world."

The silence between them lasted forever.

"Are you in a car?" he said eventually.

"An ambulance, actually. I'm going back to the clinic."

"You're out alone?" he growled.

"Yes, and you can cut the he-man crap. I've got a gun under the seat and I know how to use it."

A subtle laugh came through the phone. "Okay, that's a turn-on. I'm sorry, but it is."

She had to smile a little. "You drive me nuts, you know that. Even though you're all but a stranger to me, you drive me up the frickin' wall."

"And somehow I'm complimented." There was a pause. "I'm sorry about earlier. I've had a bad night."

"Yeah, well, me too. On both the sorry part and the bad night."

"What happened?"

"It's too much to go into. How about you?"

"Ditto."

As he shifted, a sheet rustled. "Are you in bed again?"

"Yes. And yes, you still don't want to know."

She smiled widely. "You're telling me I shouldn't ask what you're wearing again."

"You got it."

"We're so falling into a rut, you know that?" She grew serious. "You sound really sick to me. Your voice is hoarse."

"I'll be all right."

"Look, I can bring you what you need. If you can't make it to the clinic, I can bring the medicine to you." The silence on the other end was so dense, and went on for so long, she said, "Hello? You there?"

"Tomorrow night...can you meet me?"

Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Yes."

"I'm on the top floor of the Commodore. Do you know the building."

"I do."

"Can you be there at midnight? East side."

"Yes."

His exhale seemed one of resignation. "I'll be waiting for you. Drive safely, okay?"

"I will. And don't throw your phone anymore."

"How did you know?"

"Because if I'd had an open space in front of me instead of the dashboard of an ambulance, I would have done the same thing."

His laugh made her smile, but she lost the expression as she hit end and put the phone back in her purse.

Even though she was driving at a steady sixty-five and the road ahead of her was straight and free of debris, she felt as if she were totally out of control, careening from guardrail to guardrail, leaving a trail of sparks as she ground off parts of the clinic's vehicle.

Meeting him tomorrow night, being alone with him somewhere private, was exactly the wrong thing to do.

And she was going to do it anyway.

Chapter TWENTY-TWO

Montrag, son of Rehm, hung up the phone and stared out the French doors of his father's study. The gardens and the trees and the rolling lawn, like the great mansion and everything in it, were his now, no longer a legacy he would one day inherit.