The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #13)(9)

And actually, the stuff did revive her. “This is good.”

“Your coloring is getting better.” Doc Jane crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against one of the stainless-steel cabinets. “Keep drinking. And maybe you should consider calling someone else in for—”

“No,” she said sharply. “I will complete my duty.”

The importance of coming here, and making her vein available to the Brothers and others who were not able to feed from their mates, was the only thing keeping her going. It was the connection to normal life, the grounding of a job that was of significance, the metronome of nights and days without which she would consume herself with a bad destiny over which she had no control.

The reality was that her time was running out—and she was never sure when her last moment was going to come, when the last time she did anything was going to happen. And that made being here in service absolutely critical.

As she continued to nurse the soda, many things were said, questions asked on the physician’s part, answers given on hers. The vocabulary didn’t matter—she would utter anything, any lie, partial truth, or false construction to get free of this tiled room and continue on to her last visit of the night.

“I shall complete my duty.” She forced a casual smile onto her face. “And then I shall rest. Promise.”

After a moment, Doc Jane nodded—and the skirmish, at last, was won.

The war, however, was a different beast entirely.

“I’m just fine,” Selena said, hopping off the table. “Really and truly.”

“Come and see me if it happens again, okay?”

“Absolutely.” She smiled at the two of them. “I promise.”

As she left the exam room, she supposed that the lie should have bothered her. But she didn’t have the luxury of conscience anymore.

She was in a sprint against death, and nothing, not even the people she valued … or the male she loved … could get in her way.

For her, survival, such as it was, was a solo endeavor.

Back at shAdoWs, Trez had to take a moment to cough his larynx back into position before sitting up. One thing you could say about Vishous? The Brother did the dominating thing well.

Natch.

But whatever, shit was getting a little too real over there in the corner.

Across the dim space of the sex room, Rhage was curled into a ball, eyes shut, breath going in and out of his open mouth with such a measured rhythm he was either hypnotizing himself or in a f*cking coma.

“What is he doing?” Trez asked.

“Trying not to turn into a monster.”

Trez popped his eyebrows. “Literally.”

“Godzilla. Only purple.”

“Jesus … I thought that was just gossip.”

“Nope.”

V palmed a black dagger and lifted it over his shoulder. With a vicious—ha-ha—stab, the Brother obliterated the slayer’s remains by nailing the thing in the empty chest, the second bright light of the night flaring blue-white as a blow torch before disappearing and taking the majority of the stinking remains with it. The flash didn’t take care of the grease spot, but Trez had outfitted these rooms with a drain in the center and a hose hookup discreetly mounted under the bench.

Humans could get messy, too.

“So you’ve bonded, huh,” V said as he took a load off and watched over his Brother like a pack animal guarding a fallen wolf.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Selena. You’ve bonded with her.”

Trez cursed and scrubbed his face. “Ah, no. Not really.”

“A very wise person once told me … lie to anybody you want, just never yourself.”

“Look, I don’t know—”

“So is that why you’ve been gone from the house so much?”

Trez considered staying on the blow-smoke train, but what was the use. He’d just attacked a male he respected, a male who, P.S., was totally and completely in love with his own female, just because the guy had taken the vein—and nothing else—of a Chosen trained to be of service in that way.

If that didn’t put the bonded-male stamp on his forehead, he didn’t know what would.

“I just…” Trez shook his head. “Fuck. Me. Fine, I’ve bonded—and I can’t be around her feeding you all. I mean, I know it’s a necessary service, and it stops at the vein, yada, yada, yada. But it’s too dangerous. I’m liable to do that”—he nodded at Rhage—“at any moment.”

“She won’t have you? I know it can’t be because of Phury. He respects the shit out of you.”

Yeah, he and the Primale, who was responsible for all of the Chosen, were cool. Too bad that wasn’t the issue. “It’s just not going to work out.”

“Why.”

“Can we get back to why a lesser has Assail’s drugs on him?”

“No offense, but I just cut you some huge slack by not turning your jugular into a sink drain. Think you can do me the honor of being honest?”

Trez looked down at his hands, and flexed the fingers out in a fan. “Even if I hadn’t slept with a thousand human women, I’m not exactly a free man.”

“Rehv said your debt to him is more than repaid.”