Wrath blinked hard.
Funny, transformative events were not always scheduled and not always expected. Yeah, sure, your change turned you into a male. And when you went through the mating ceremony, you were part of a whole, no longer just yourself. And the deaths and births around you made you view the world differently.
But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself. If you're lucky it's your mate...and the transformation reminds you once again that you are absolutely, positively with the right person: because what they say doesn't touch you because of who they are to you, but because of the content of their message.
Payne nailing him in the face woke him up.
George brought him back his independence.
But Beth handed him his crown.
The thing was, if she could reach him in the mood he was in, she proved that it could be done. You could tap into what others needed to hear when they needed to hear it. The heart was the answer. She proved her own point.
He had ascended to the throne and done some things since then. But in his soul, he had been a fighter stuck in a desk job. Resentment had made him edgy, and even though he hadn't been aware of it, he had had his eye on the exit every single night.
No sight. No exit.
And what if that was actually...okay. What if those Hallmark motherfuckers were right. Door closes, window opens. What if losing his vision was exactly what he needed in order to be...the true king of the race.
Not just a son bearing the obligations of his father.
If it was true that the loss of sight heightened other senses, maybe his heart was what made up the difference. And if that were true...
"The future," Beth whispered, "is in your eyes."
Wrath snatched his shellan to him hard, holding her so close he absorbed her all the way inside his body. As they stood together, united against the winter wind, the darkness in his body was pierced by a warm glow.
Her love was the light in his blindness. The feel of her was the heaven he didn't need to see to know. And if she had this much faith in him, she was his courage and his purpose, too.
"Thank you for staying with me," he said hoarsely into her long hair.
"There is no place I would rather be." She put her head on his chest. "You're my man."
Chapter SIXTY-SEVEN
As Ehlena materialized up north along with the Brothers, she couldn't get Bella out of her mind. The female had seemed strangely transparent as she'd stood in that grand, regal foyer, surrounded by males who were strapped with weapons. Her eyes had been vacant, and her cheeks pale and hollow, as if her will had been tested horribly.
But she wanted her brother back.
The nature of lying was such that its working components were always the same: The objective truth was twisted or hidden or downright overwritten with the intent to deceive. What was murkier were the motivations behind the falsifications, and Ehlena thought of what she'd done in getting those pills for Rehvenge. She had intended to do good, and although that didn't make her actions right or proper or get her out of deserving the consequences, at least she hadn't had malice in her heart. The same was true with Rehvenge's choices. They weren't right or proper, but he'd been protecting Ehlena and his sister and the other people in his life, given what the Old Law mandated and how destructive the princess was.
This was why Ehlena chose to forgive Rehvenge-and she hoped his sister would do the same.
Of course, that forgiveness didn't mean Ehlena was going to end up with the male-the stuff about Rehv being her hellren had been to make sure she went to the colony; it didn't reflect reality. Besides, who knew whether they were even going make it back to Caldwell in one piece.
Lives could be lost tonight.
Ehlena and the Brothers took form in the lee of a thick stand of pines, a protected spot chosen after Xhex had detailed the area. Up ahead, just as the female had described, was a picturesque white farmhouse with a sign that read, TAOIST MONASTICAL ORDER, EST. 1982.
On the surface, it was hard to believe anything other than jam and quilt making went on inside those pristine clapboard walls. Harder still to think that the charming place was the entry to the colony of symphaths. But there was something very wrong about the whole setup, as if a force field of dread surrounded all the come-on-in.
As Ehlena looked around, she could feel that Rehv was close, and just before Xhex spoke, she focused on an outbuilding that was about a hundred yards away from the farmhouse. There...yes, he was there.
"We'll enter through that barn," Xhex said quietly, pointing where Ehlena was drawn to. "It's the only way into the labyrinth. Like I said last night, they'll already know we're here, so when we go face-to-face, our best shot is to approach this in an ostensibly diplomatic fashion-we're merely taking back what is ours and want no bloodshed. They'll understand and respect the reasoning-before they start fighting-"
A stench of sweetness drifted over on the cold breeze.
As all heads turned, Ehlena frowned at the sight of the male who had appeared out of nowhere on the farmhouse lawn. His blond hair was slicked back from his forehead, and his eyes glowed with an odd shining blackness. As he strode toward the front porch, his gait was anger in motion, his powerful body tight, as if he were ready for battle.
"What the f**k," V breathed. "Is that Lash I'm looking at?"
"Apparently," Butch answered.
Xhex cut in. "You didn't know?"
All the Brothers stared back at her as V said, "That he was alive and a lesser? Er, that would be a hell no. And why are you not surprised?"
"I saw him a couple of weeks ago. Just assumed the Brotherhood knew."
"Ass. You. Me."
"That would be just you-"
"Cut the crap," Z hissed. "Both of you."
Everyone went back to focusing on the male, who by now had leaped up onto the porch and was banging on the door.
"I'm calling the others in," V whispered. "The lesser presence has to be neutralized before we can go in."
"Or it could create a diversion that helps us," Xhex said with a lot of duh.
"Or we could call for backup and not be idiots," V snapped.
"That would be tough for you."
"Fuck y-"
Z forced a phone into V's gloved hand. "Dial." Then he pointed at Xhex. "Stop pushing his buttons."
As V talked and Xhex shut up, daggers and guns were unsheathed, and a moment later, the others appeared.
Xhex stepped over to the Brother Tohrment. "Look, I really think we should split up. You guys take care of Lash and I'll go in for Rehv. The chaos of the fighting will split the colony's attentions. It's better this way."
There was a pause as everyone looked at Tohr. "I agree," he said. "But you don't go in alone. V and Zsadist are with you and Ehlena."
There was a collective nod and...holy shit, they were on the move, out in the open, jogging across the snow.
As Ehlena headed for the barn, the boots she'd been given crunched over the ground, her palms sweated in her gloves, and the backpack full of medical supplies she wore grabbed at her shoulders. She did not arm herself, having agreed not to draw her gun unless there was a good reason to. Made sense. You wouldn't want an amateur manning an emergency room; there was no reason to complicate the situation with her trying to pretend she was as comfortable at the trigger as Xhex and the Brothers so clearly were.
The barn was a good-size one, with a pair of front doors that slid back on well-oiled runners. Xhex didn't take the obvious way in, though, leading them around the side to a squat door instead.
Just before they filed into the lofty, empty space, Ehlena glanced back at the farmhouse.
The blond male was squared off at a circle of Brothers, the guy as calm and cool as someone at a cocktail party might be, his smug smile suggesting big trouble, in Ehlena's opinion: Only somebody with a lot of weapons at his disposal looked like that when he was confronting a wall of muscle.
"Hurry up," Xhex said.
Ehlena ducked inside and shivered, even though she was out of the wind. Man...this was all wrong. Like the farmhouse, there was something off about everything: no hay, no feed, no harness or tack. There was no horse in the stall, either. Natch.
The urge to flee choked her, and she clawed at the collar of her parka.
Zsadist put his hand on her shoulder. "It's their equivalent of mhis. Just breathe. It's an illusion that stains the very air, but what you're feeling is not real."