Lover Avenged (Black Dagger Brotherhood #7)(117)

In his bedroom at his mother’s safe house, Rehv pushed his body back until he was lying against the pillows. As he arranged his sable coat across his knees, he said into his cell, “I have an idea. How about we start this phone call over.”

Ehlena’s soft laugh made him feel strangely buoyant. “Okay. Are you going to call me again or…”

“Tell me this, where are you?”

“Upstairs in the kitchen.”

Which might explain the slight echo. “Can you go to your room? Get relaxed?”

“Is this going to be a long conversation?”

“Well, I’ve rethought my tone, and check this out.” He dropped his voice, going total lothario. “Please, Ehlena. Go to your bed, and take me with you.”

Her breath caught and then she laughed again. “What an improvement.”

“I know, right—lest you think I don’t take direction well. Now, how about you return the favor. Go to your bedroom and get comfortable. I don’t want to be alone, and I get the sense you don’t either.”

Instead of an, It’s true, he heard the gratifying sound of a chair being pushed back. As she moved around, her dim footfalls were lovely, the creaking stairs not—because the sound made him wonder where exactly she lived with her father. He hoped it was an antique house with old, quaint boards, not something rundown.

There was the squeak of a door opening and a pause, and he was willing to bet she was checking on her father.

“Is he sleeping soundly?” Rehv asked.

The hinges rasped again. “How did you know?”

“Because you’re good like that.”

There was another door noise and then the click of a lock getting flipped into place. “Will you give me a minute?”

A minute? Shit, he’d give her the world if he could. “Take your time.”

There was a muffled sound, as if she’d put the phone down on a duvet or a quilt. More door protests. Silence. Another squeak and the faded gurgle of a toilet flushing. Footfalls. Bedsprings. Rustling close by and then—

“Hello?”

“Comfortable?” he said, aware he was grinning like an idiot—except God, the idea that she was where he wanted her to be was fantastic.

“Yes, I am. Are you?”

“You’d better believe it.” Then again, with her voice in his ear, he could have been in the process of getting his fingernails pulled off and still been all jolly-jolly.

The silence that followed was as soft as the sable of his coat, and just as warm.

“Do you want to talk about your mom?” she said gently.

“Yes. Even though I don’t know what to say, other than that she went quietly and with her family around her, and that’s all anyone can ask for. It was her time.”

“You’ll miss her, though.”

“Yes. I will.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Let me take care of you.”

She laughed quietly. “Right. How about I clue you in on something. In this kind of situation, you’re the one who’s supposed to be taken care of.”

“But we both know that I was what cost you your job—”

“Hold up.” There was another rustle, as if she’d just sat up from her pillows. “I made the choice to bring you those pills, and I’m an adult capable of making the wrong call. You don’t owe me because I messed up.”

“I disagree with you completely. But putting that aside, I’m going to talk to Havers when he comes here to—”

“No, you’re not. Dear Lord, Rehvenge, your mother’s just passed. You don’t need to worry about—”

“What I can do for her is done. Let me help you. I can talk to Havers—”

“It’s not going to make a difference. He’s not going to trust me anymore, and I can’t blame him.”

“But people make mistakes.”

“And some cannot be remedied.”

“I don’t believe that.” Although as a symphath, he was not exactly anyone’s go-to guy on moral shit. Not by a long shot. “Especially when it’s you we’re talking about.”

“I’m no different from anybody else.”

“Look, don’t make me bust out my tone again,” he warned. “You did something for me. I want to do something for you. It’s simple barter and exchange.”

“But I’m going to get another job, and I’ve been making things work for a long time on my own. It happens to be one of my core competencies.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He paused for effect, playing the best card he had. “Here’s the thing though, you can’t leave me with this on my conscience. It’s going to eat me up inside. Your bad choice was the result of mine.”

She laughed softly. “Why does it not surprise me that you know my weakness? And I really appreciate it, but if Havers bends the rules for me, what kind of message does that send out? He and Catya, my supervisor, have already announced it to the rest of the staff. He can’t go back now, nor would I want him to just because you strong-armed him.”

Well, shit, Rehv thought. He’d been planning on manipulating Havers’s mind, but that wouldn’t take care of all the other folks who worked at the clinic, would it.