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Cursing the brother to hell and back, Butch absorbed Vishous's weight, holding the guy's naked, glowing body tight while the cold wind whirled around them both.
When he ran out of swear words, he said into V's ear, "You ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you myself. We clear?"
"I'm losing my mind," V said against Butch's neck. "The one thing that's always saved me and I'm losing it... I've lost it... I'm gone. It's the only thing that's saved me and now I have nothing..."
As Butch squeezed harder, he became aware of an easing inside of himself, a sensation of relief and healing. Except he didn't think much about it because something hot and wet seeped into his collar. He had a feeling it was tears, but he didn't want to draw attention to what was doing. V was no doubt totally horrified by the show of weakness, assuming the guy was crying.
Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, "I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe."
When Vishous finally nodded, something dawned on Butch. Shit... he was up against the glow, a whole lot of the glow... but he wasn't on fire or in pain. In fact... yeah, he could feel the blackness in him seeping out of his skin and bones, leaching into the white light that was Vishous: That was the relief he'd noticed just now.
Except why wasn't he burning up?
From out of nowhere, a female voice said, "Because this is what shall be, the light and the dark together, two halves making a whole."
Butch and V yanked their heads around. The Scribe Virgin was floating above the terrace, her black robes unstirred despite the frigid gusts that blew all around.
"That is why you are not consumed," she said. "And that is why he saw you from the start." She smiled a little, though he didn't know how he knew it. "This is the reason destiny brought you to us, Butch, descended of Wrath son of Wrath. The Destroyer has arrived and you are he."
"Now the new era in the war begins."
Chapter Forty-four
Marissa nodded as she shifted her cell phone to her other ear and reviewed the order list on her desk. "That's right. We need an industrial range, six burners minimum."
Sensing someone in her doorway, she looked up. Only to have her mind go completely blank. "May I... ah, may I call you back?" She didn't wait for a reply, just hit the end button. "Havers. How did you find us?"
Her brother bowed his head. He was dressed as usual, in a Burberry sport coat, gray slacks, and a bow tie. His hornrimmed glasses were different from the ones she was used to seeing on him. And yet the same, too.
"My nursing staff told me where you were."
She rose from her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "And you have come here why?"
Instead of answering, he looked around and she could imagine he wasn't impressed. Her office was nothing more than a desk, a chair, a laptop computer, and a whole lot of hardwood floor. Well... and a thousand pieces of paper, each with something she needed to do on it. Havers's study, on the other hand, was an Old World den of learning and distinction, the floors covered by Aubusson rugs, the walls hung with his diplomas from Harvard Medical School as well as a fraction of his Hudson River School landscape collection.
"Havers?"
"You have done great things at this facility."
"We're just getting started, and it's a home, not a facility. Now why are you here?"
He cleared his throat. "I have come at the Princeps Council's request. We are voting on the sehclusion motion at the next meeting, and the leahdyre said he's been trying to reach you for the last week. You haven't returned the calls."
"I am busy, as you can see."
"But they cannot vote unless all of the membership is in the room."
"So they should remove me. In fact, I'm surprised they haven't figured out how to already."
"You are of the six founding bloodlines. You cannot be removed nor excused as things stand now."
"Ah, well, how inconvenient for them. You'll understand, however, if I'm not available that evening."
"I haven't told you a date."
"As I said, I'm unavailable."
"Marissa, if you disagree with the motion, you can make your stance clear during the testimony phase of the meeting. You can be heard."
"So all of you with voting rights are in favor?"
"It's important to keep females safe."
Marissa went cold. "And yet you turned me out of the only home I had thirty minutes before dawn. Does that mean you've changed your commitment to my sex? Or is it that you don't see me as female?"
He had the grace to flush. "I was highly emotional at the time."
"You seemed very calm to me."
"Marissa, I'm sorry - "
She cut him off with a slice of her hand. "Stop. I don't want to hear it."
"So be it. But you shouldn't impede the council just to get back at me."
As he fiddled with his bow tie, she caught a glimpse of the family's signet ring on his pinkie. God... how had they ended up like this? She could remember when Havers was born and she'd looked at him in their mother's arms. Such a sweet baby. Such a -
Marissa stiffened as something occurred to her. Then she quickly covered the shock that surely showed on her face. "All right. I'll go to the meeting."
Havers's shoulders eased and he told her the when and where. "Thank you. Thank you for this."
She smiled coolly. "You are so very welcome."
There was a long silence during which he eyed her pants and sweater and her desk of papers. "You seem very different."
"I am."
And she knew by the tight, awkward expression on his face that he had remained the same. He would have so preferred her in the mold of the glymera: a female of grace presiding over a home of distinction. Well, tough luck. She was all about rule number one now: Right or wrong, she made the choices in her life. No one else did.
She picked up her phone. "Now, if you'll excuse me - "
"I would offer my services to you. The clinic's, I mean. Free of charge." He pushed his glasses up higher on his straight nose. "The females and their young who stay here will need medical care."
"Thank you. Thank you... for that."
"I will also tell the nursing staff to be on the lookout for signs of abuse. We will refer to you any cases we find."
"That would be most appreciated."
He inclined his head. "We are pleased to be of service."
As her cell phone went off, she said, "Good-bye, Havers."
His eyes widened and she realized it was the first time she'd ever dismissed him.
But then change was good... and he'd better get used to the new world order.
The phone rang again. "Shut the door behind you, if you don't mind."
After he left, she glance at her cell's caller ID and sighed in relief: Butch, and thank God for it. She so needed to hear his voice.
"Hi," she said. "You'll never believe who just - "
"Can you come home? Right now?"
Her hand closed tight on the phone. "What's wrong? Are you hurt - "
"I'm fine." His voice was way too level. Nothing but false calm. "Except I need you to come home. Now."
"I'm leaving this moment."
She grabbed her coat, shoved her phone into her pocket, and went looking for her one and only staff member.
When she found the older female doggen, she said, "I have to go."
"Mistress, you seem upset. Is there anything I can do?"
"No, thank you. And I'll be back."
"I shall take care of everything in your stead."
She squeezed the female's hand and then hurried outside. Standing on the front lawn in the raw spring night, she struggled to calm herself enough to dematerialize. When it didn't work immediately, she thought she was going to have to call Fritz for a pickup: She was not only worried, she needed to feed, so it was possible she wasn't going to be able to do it.
But then she felt herself go. As soon as she materialized in front of the Pit, she barged into the vestibule. Its inner lock sprang free before she even put her face in front of the camera, and Wrath was on the other side of the heavy panels of wood and steel.
"Where's Butch?" she demanded.
"I'm right here." Butch stepped into her line of sight, but didn't come near her.
In the stark silence that followed, Marissa walked in slowly, feeling as though the air had turned into a slush she had to fight her way through. Numbly, she heard Wrath shut the door, and from the corner of her eye she saw Vishous rise to his feet from behind his computers. As V walked around the desk, the three males traded looks.
