Lover Avenged

Chapter SIXTY-THREE

The following evening, Ehlena watched as her new friend, Roff the locksmith, drilled the holy hell out of the wall safe. The whine of his high-powered tool stung her ears, and the sharp smell of heated metal reminded her of the floor sanitizers that had been used in Havers's clinic. The sense that she was getting something-anything-done, however, made up for all of that.

"Almost finished," the locksmith called out over the din.

"Take your time," she yelled back.

It had become a personal thing between her and the safe, and that sucker was getting opened tonight come hell or high water. After looking all around the master bedroom with the help of the staff, and even going through Montrag's clothes, which had been creepy, she'd phoned the locksmith and was now enjoying the sight of that drill head disappearing farther and farther into metal.

Ultimately, she didn't care what was inside the damn thing, but what was critical was getting past the roadblock of not having the combination-and it was a relief to feel like herself again. She'd always been one to push through the hard stuff...much like that drill.

"I'm in," Roff said, retracting his tool. "Finally! Come have a look."

As the whine slowed into silence and the male took a breather, she went over and opened the panel. Inside was dark as midnight.

"Remember," Roff said as he began to pack up, "we had to cut the electricity and the circuit that tied it to the security system. There's usually a light that comes on."

"Right." She peered in anyway. It was just like a cave. "Thank you so much."

"If you'd like me to find you a replacement, I can?"

Her father had always had safes, some of them in walls, a couple down in the cellar that had been as big and heavy as cars. "I guess...we'll need one."

Roff glanced around at the study and then smiled at her. "Yes, madam. I think you will. I'll take care of you, though. Make sure you get what you need."

She turned and put her hand out. "You have been very kind."

He flushed from the collar of his coveralls up to his dark hairline. "Madam...you have been very nice to work for."

Ehlena saw him to the grand front door and then went back to the study with a flashlight she'd gotten from the butler.

Clicking the beam on, she peered into the safe. Files. Loads of files. Some flat leather cases she recognized from when her mother's jewels had still been around. More documents. Stock certificates. Bundles of cash. Two accounting ledgers.

Moving a side table over, she emptied everything out, making piles. When she got to the very back, she found a lockbox that she had to grunt in order to lift.

It took her about three hours to go through the paperwork, and when she was done, she was absolutely stunned.

Montrag and his father had been the corporate equivalent of mobsters.

Rising from the chair she'd tucked her butt into, she went up to the bedroom she used and pulled open the drawer of the antique bureau she'd put her clothes in. Her father's manuscript was held with a simple rubber band, which she snapped free with a flick of the hand. Leafing through the pages...she found the description of the business deal that had changed everything for her family.

Ehlena took the manuscript page downstairs to the documents and ledgers from the safe. Going through the set of books that recorded hundreds of transactions for business interests, real estate, and other investments, she found one that matched the date, dollar amounts, and subject matter that had been listed by her father.

It was there. Montrag's father had been the one who'd double-crossed hers, and the son had been in on it.

Letting herself fall back in the chair, she took a long hard look at the study.

Karma was indeed a bitch, wasn't it.

Ehlena went back to the ledgers to see if there were any other people in the glymera who had been taken advantage of. There hadn't been, not since Montrag and his father had ruined her family, and she had to wonder if they'd moved toward human dealings to decrease the likelihood of being discovered as crooks and swindlers within the race.

She glanced down at the lockbox.

As this was clearly the night for airing dirty laundry, she picked the thing up. It wasn't secured by a combination lock, but a key one.

Looking over her shoulder, she stared at the desk.

Five minutes later, after having successfully pried open the secret compartment in the lower drawer, she took the key she'd found the night before back to the lockbox. She had no doubt it was going to open the thing.

And it did.

Reaching inside, she found only one document, and as she unfurled the thick, creamy pages, she had exactly the same sense she'd had when she'd first talked to Rehvenge on the phone and he'd asked her, Ehlena, are you there?

This was going to change everything, she thought for no good reason.

And it did.

It was an affidavit by Rehvenge's father fingering his killer, written while the male was dying of mortal wounds.

She read it twice. And a third time.

The witness was Rehm, father of Montrag.

Her mind flipped into processing mode, and she raced for her laptop, getting the Dell out and calling up the clinical search she'd done on Rehv's mother... Well, what do you know, the date the affidavit had been dictated by the dying male was the same as the last night Rehv's mother had been brought into the clinic beaten up.

She took the affidavit and reread it. Rehvenge was a symphath and a killer, according to what his stepfather had said. And Rehm had known it. And Montrag had known it.

Her eyes went to the ledgers. Given what was in those records, father and son had been total opportunists. It was hard to believe that that kind of information wouldn't have been used at one time or another. Very hard.

"Madam? I've brought you tea?"

Ehlena looked up at the doggen in the doorway. "I need to know something."

"Of course, madam." The maid came over with a smile. "What may I answer for you?"

"How did Montrag die?"

There was a sharp rattle as the maid all but dropped the tray on the table in front of the couch. "Madam...surely you do not wish to speak of such a thing."

"How."

The doggen looked at all the papers that had been scattered around the disemboweled safe. Going by the resignation in the female's eyes, Sashla knew that secrets had been revealed, secrets that didn't reflect well on her previous master.

Diplomacy and deference quieted the maid's voice. "I would not wish to speak ill of the dead, nor to pay disrespect to the Sire Montrag. But you are the head of household, and as you have requested..."

"It's okay. You're doing nothing wrong. And I need to know. If it helps, think of it as a direct order."

This seemed to relieve the female, and she nodded, then spoke in a halting tone. When she fell silent, Ehlena glanced down at the glossy floor.

At least she knew why the rug was missing now.

Xhex was on the graveyard shift at the Iron Mask, just as she'd been at ZeroSum. Which meant as her wristwatch flashed three forty-five, it was time to do sweeps of the bathrooms while the bartenders were doing last call and her bouncers were hauling the drunk and drugged-up out into the street.

On its surface, the Mask was nothing like ZeroSum. Instead of steel and glass, it was all about the neo-Victorian, with everything black and deep blue. There were a lot of velvet drapes and private, deep couch booths, and fuck the technopop shit; the music was acoustic suicide, as depressive as anything that ever carried a backbeat. No dance floor. No VIP section. More places for sex. Fewer drugs.

But the escapist vibe was the same, and the girls were still working, and the liquor was still going fast as a mudslide.

Trez ran the place in a very low-key kind of way-gone were the days of a hidden back office and the pimptastic presence of a flashy owner. He was a manager, not a drug lord, and the policies and procedures over here didn't involve any knuckle-busting or pistol-whipping. Bottom line, there was a lot less to police because of the lack of wholesale and retail drug business-plus Goths were moodier and more introspective by nature, as opposed to the hyped-up, sparkly jackass set that had regulared ZeroSum.

Xhex missed the chaos, though. Missed...a lot of things.

With a curse, she hit the main ladies' bathroom, which was by the bigger of the two bars, and found a woman leaning into the darkened mirror over the sink. With an intent look, she was sweeping her fingertips under her eyes, not to clean up her eyeliner but to drag it down farther onto her paper white skin. God knew she had plenty of the Cover Girl smudgible to go around; she was wearing so much of the shit, she looked like someone had punched her twice with an and-iron.

"We're closing," Xhex said.

"Okay, no problem. See you tomorrow." The girl pulled back from her Night of the Living Dead reflection and hustled out the door.

That was the fucked-up thing about the Goths. Yeah, they looked like freaks, but they were actually a lot cooler than the frustrated-frat-boy, wannabe-Paris Hilton types. Plus they had much better tats.

Yup, the Mask was a lot less complicated...which meant Xhex had more than enough time to indulge in her deepening relationship with Detective de la Cruz. She 'd been down to the Caldwell police station twice already for interrogation, as had many of her bouncers-including Big Rob and Silent Tom, the two she'd sent to find Grady for her.

Naturally, both of them had lied beautifully under oath, saying they had been working with her at the time of Grady's death.

It was clear at this point that she was going to get grand juried, but the charges weren't going to stick. Undoubtedly the CSIers had gotten busy pulling fibers and hair from Grady, but they weren't going to get much on her that route as vampire DNA, like blood, disintegrated quickly. Plus she'd already burned her clothes and boots from that night, and the knife she'd used was widely available at hunting stores.

All de la Cruz had was circumstantial evidence.

Not that any of it mattered. If for some reason things got too hot, she was just going to disappear. Maybe head out west. Maybe she'd go back to the Old Country.

For fuck's sake, she should have left Caldwell already. Being so close and yet so far from Rehv was killing her.

After checking each of the stalls, Xhex went out and around the corner to the men's room. She knocked hard and put her head in.

The rustling and gasping and pounding sounds meant there were at least one woman and one man. Maybe two of each?

"We're closing," she barked.

Evidently her timing was spot-on, because a woman's high cry of orgasm echoed around the tile and then there was a lot of recovery panting.

Which she was not in the mood to listen to. It just reminded her of her short time with John... Then again, what didn't? Since Rehv had taken off and she'd given up sleeping, she'd had many, many, many hours during the day to stare at the ceiling in her hunting camp and count the ways she'd fucked up.

She hadn't been back to that basement apartment. And was thinking she was going to have to sell it.

"Come on, move it," she said. "We're closing."

Nothing. Just that breathing.

Sick of the postcoital respiratory-theater group in the handicapped stall, she fisted up her hand and slammed the paper towel dispenser. "Getcha asses out of here. Now."

That got their hustle on.

The first one out of the stall was what she thought of as a woman with crossover appeal. The female was dressed in the Goth tradition, with torn stockings and boots that weighed four hundred pounds and a lot of leather strapping, but she was Miss America beautiful and had a Barbie body.

And she'd been done but good.

Her cheeks were flushed and her overly black hair bed-headed, no doubt both effects caused by her having been worked out up against the tile wall.

Qhuinn was the next to leave the stall, and Xhex stiffened, knowing exactly who the third was in this trifecta of fucking.

Qhuinn nodded to her stiffly as he passed, and she knew he wouldn't go far. Not until-

John Matthew came out in the process of buttoning his fly. An Affliction shirt was shoved up his six-pack, and he wasn't wearing any boxers. In the glowing fluorescent lights, the smooth, hairless skin below his belly button was so tight, she could see the muscle fibers that ran down his torso and into his legs.

He did not look up at her, but not because he was shy or embarrassed. He simply did not care that she was in the room, and it wasn't an act. His emotional grid was...empty.

Over at the sinks, John cranked the hot faucet on and pumped the soap dispenser on the wall. Lathering up the hands that had been all over that woman, he rolled his shoulders as if they were stiff.

There was stubble on his jaw. And bags under his eyes. And his hair hadn't been cut for a while, so the ends had started to curl up at the nape and around the ears. Most of all, he reeked of alcohol, the scent coming out of his very pores, as if no matter how hard his liver worked, it couldn't filter the shit from his blood fast enough.

Not good, not safe: She knew he was still fighting. She'd seen him coming in with fresh bruises and the occasional bandage.

"How long you going to keep this up?" she asked flatly. "This whole wino-slut thing?"

John turned off the water and came over to the paper towel box that she'd just put a spectacular dent in. He was less than two feet away from her as he snapped a couple of white squares free and dried his hands as thoroughly as he'd washed them.

"Christ, John, this is a hell of a way to spend your life."

He tossed the wadded-up towels in the stainless bin. As he got to the door, he looked at her for the first time since she'd left him in her bed. There was no flicker of recognition or memory or anything in his face. The blue stare that had once sparkled was now opaque.

"John..." Her voice cracked slightly. "I'm really sorry."

With deliberate care, he extended his middle finger at her and left.

Alone in the bathroom, Xhex went over to the darkened mirror and leaned in just as the Goth had been doing next door. As her weight shifted forward, she could feel the cilices dig into her thighs and was surprised to notice them.

She didn't need them anymore, wearing the bands only out of habit now.

Ever since Rehv had sacrificed himself, she had been in so much pain, she didn't need the extra help to control her bad side.

Her cell phone went off in the pocket of her leathers, the beeping sound a drain on her. As she took the thing out, she checked the number...and closed her eyes hard.

She'd been waiting for this. Ever since she'd arranged for everything that came in to Rehv's old phone to be forwarded to hers.

Accepting the call, she said in an even voice, "Hello, Ehlena."

There was a long pause. "I didn't expect anyone to answer."

"Then why did you call his number." Another long pause. "Look, if this is about the money going into your account, there's nothing I can do about it. It was part of his will. If you don't want it, give it to charity."

"What...what money?"

"Maybe it hasn't kicked in yet. I thought the will had been certified by the king." There was another long pause. "Ehlena? Are you there?"

"Yes..." came the quiet response. "I am."

"If it wasn't about the money, then why did you call?"

The silence wasn't a surprise, given all that had come before. But what the female replied was a dead shocker.

"I phoned because I don't believe he's dead."

Chapter SIXTY-FOUR

Ehlena waited for a response from Rehv's head of security. The longer there wasn't one, the more she was certain she was right.

"He isn't, is he," she said with strength. "I'm right, aren't I."

When Xhex finally spoke, her deep, resonant voice was curiously reserved. "In the interest of full disclosure, I think you should be aware you're talking to another symphath."

Ehlena gripped her cell harder. "Somehow, that is not a news flash."

"Why don't you tell me what you think you know."

Interesting response, Ehlena thought. Not a he's-not-dead. Not by a long shot. Then again, if the female was a symphath, this could be going anywhere.

Which meant there was no reason to hold back. "I know that he killed his stepfather because the male was beating his mother. And I know that his stepfather was aware that he was a symphath. I also know that Montrag, son of Rehm, knew about the symphath thing, too, and that Montrag was ritualistically murdered in his study."

"And this math adds up to you how?"

"I think Montrag came forward with Rehvenge's identity and he had to go up to the colony. That explosion at the club was to hide the fact that he is what he is from other people in his life. I think that's why he chose to bring me to ZeroSum like he did. It was to get rid of me safely. As for Montrag...I think Rehvenge took care of him on the way out." Long, long, long silence. "Xhex...are you there?"

The female let out a short, hard laugh. "Rehv didn't kill Montrag. I did. And it had nothing directly to do with Rehv's identity. But how do you know anything about the dead male?"

Ehlena sat forward in her chair. "I think we should meet."

Now the laughter was longer and a little more natural. "You have giant brass balls, you know that? I just told you I killed a guy and you want to hang out?"

"I want answers. I want the truth."

"Sorry to channel a little Jack Nicholson here, but are you sure you can handle the truth?"

"I'm on this phone, aren't I? I'm talking to you, aren't I? Look, I know Rehvenge is alive. Whether you're willing to admit it to me or not, it won't change a thing for me."

"Girl, you don't know shit."

"Fuck. You. He fed from me. My blood is in him. So I know he's still breathing."

Long pause and then a short chuckle. "I'm getting a picture of why he liked you as much as he did."

"So will you meet me?"

"Yeah. Sure. Where."

"Montrag's safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address." Ehlena felt a shot of satisfaction as the line went dead quiet. "Did I forget to mention that my father and I are Montrag's next of kin? We inherited everything he had. Oh, they had to get rid of the rug you ruined. Why couldn't you have just killed the bastard out in the foyer on the marble?"

"Jesus...Christ. You're no little nursey, are you."

"Nope. So are you coming or not?"

"I'll be there in a half hour. And don't worry, you aren't getting a houseguest overday. Symphaths have no problem with sunlight."

"See you in a few."

As Ehlena hung up, energy drummed through her veins and she raced around to tidy up, gathering together all the ledgers and cases and documents and filling the now impotent safe's belly. After she put the seascape back against the wall, she shut down her computer, told the doggen that she was expecting a visitor, and-

The gong of the front doorbell reverberated through the house, and she was glad she was the one who made it to the door first. Somehow she didn't think the staff would feel comfortable around Xhex.

Swinging the huge panels wide, she stepped back a little. Xhex was just as she remembered, a hard-ass female in black leathers with hair cut short as a man's. Something had changed, though, since she'd seen the security guard last. She seemed...thinner, older. Something.

"You mind doing this in the study?" Ehlena asked, hoping to get them behind closed doors before the butler and the maids came.

"You are brave, aren't you. Considering the last thing I did in that room."

"You had your chance to come after me. Trez knew where I was living before we ended up here. If you were that pissed off about me and Rehv, you'd have come for me then. Shall we?"

As Ehlena extended her arm toward the room in question, Xhex smiled a little and headed in that direction.

Once they had some privacy, Ehlena said, "So how much of it did I get right?"

Xhex prowled around, pausing to look at the paintings and the shelved books and a lamp that was made out of an Oriental vase. "You're right. He did kill his stepfather for what that bastard was doing at home."

"Was that what you meant when you said he put himself in a rough position for his mother and his sister?"

"Partially. His stepfather terrorized that family, especially Madalina. Thing was, she thought she deserved it, and besides, it was less than what had been done to her by Rehv's father. Female of worth, she was. I liked her, even though I only met her once or twice. I wasn't her kind of chick, not by a long shot, but she was nice to me."

"Is Rehvenge up in the colony? Did he fake his own death?"

Xhex stopped in front of the seascape and looked over her shoulder. "He wouldn't want us talking like this."

"So he is alive."

"Yes."

"In the colony."

Xhex shrugged and continued her meandering, her slow, easy strides doing nothing to mask the innate power in her body. "If he had wanted you involved in all of this, he would have done things very differently."

"Did you kill Montrag to keep the affidavit from getting out?"

"No."

"Why did you kill him then?"

"That is none of your business."

"Wrong answer." As Xhex's head whipped around, Ehlena squared her shoulders. "Considering what you are, I could go to the king right now and blow your cover. So I think you need to tell me."

"Threatening a symphath? Careful, I bite."

The lazy smile tacked onto the words made Ehlena's heart flicker with fear, reminding her that what was staring across the room at her was nothing she was used to dealing with, and not because of the whole symphath thing: Those cold gunmetal gray eyes of Xhex's had looked down on a lot of dead people-because she had killed them.

But Ehlena wasn't backing off.

"You won't hurt me," she said with utter conviction.

Xhex bared long white fangs, a hiss coming up and out of her throat. "Won't I."

"No..." Ehlena shook her head, an image of Rehvenge's face as he held her Keds in his hand coming to mind. Knowing what he'd done to keep his mother and his sister safe...made her believe what she had seen in him at that moment. "He would have told you not to touch me. He would have protected me on his way out. That's why he did what he did at ZeroSum."

Rehvenge hadn't been all good. Not by a long shot. But she had looked into his eyes and smelled his bonding scent and felt his kind hands on her body. And at ZeroSum, she had seen the pain in him and heard the strain and desperation in his voice. Whereas before she had assumed all that was either for show or out of disappointment that his cover was blown, now she had a different picture of it.

She knew him, goddamn it. Even after all the shit he had left out, even after the lies of omission, she knew him.

Ehlena lifted her chin and stared across the study at a trained killer. "I want to know everything, and you are going to tell me."

Xhex spoke for a half hour straight, and she was surprised by how good it felt. Surprised also by how much she approved of Rehv's choice of female. The entire time she was rolling out the horrors, Ehlena sat on one of the silk sofas all calm and steady-even though there were a lot of bombs.

"So the female who came to my door," Ehlena said, "that's the one who's blackmailing him?"

"Yes. It's his half sister. She's married to his uncle."

"God, how much money did she take him for over the past twenty years? No wonder he needed to keep the club open."

"It wasn't just money she was after." Xhex looked straight into Ehlena's face. "She made a whore out of him."

Ehlena's cheeks drained of color. "What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean." Xhex cursed and started to pace again, going around the fringes of the gorgeous room for the hundredth time. "Look...twenty-five years ago I fucked up, and to protect me, Rehv struck a deal with the princess. Every month he went up north and paid her the money...and had sex with her. He hated it and despised her. Plus, she made him sick, literally-she poisoned him when he did what he had to, which was why he needed that antivenin. But, you know...even though it cost him a lot, he kept on making that trip so she wouldn't blow our covers. He's been paying for my mistake month after month, year after year."

Ehlena shook her head slowly. "Good...his half sister..."

"Don't you dare harsh on him for that. There are very few symphaths left anymore, so inbreeding happens a lot, but more than that, he didn't have a choice, because I put him in the position of being trapped. If you think for one second he would have volunteered for that shit you're out of your fucking mind."

Ehlena raised a hand up as if to calm things down. "I understand. I just...I feel badly for you and for him."

"Don't waste that on me."

"Don't tell me how to feel."

Xhex had to laugh. "You know, under different circumstances, I could like you."

"Funny, I feel the same way." The female smiled, but it was the sad kind. "The princess has him, then?"

"Yes." Xhex turned away from the couch, because she wasn't sharing what was no doubt in her eyes. "The princess was the one who blew his cover, not Montrag."

"But Montrag was going to come forward with that affidavit, wasn't he? Which was why you killed him."

"That was only part of what he was going to do. The rest of his plans are not my story to tell, but let's just say Rehv wasn't even the bigger part of it."

Ehlena frowned and leaned back in the cushions. She'd been fiddling with her ponytail, and wisps had come free of the scrunchie she pulled it back in-so that as she sat on the silk couch in front of a lamp, she had a halo around her.

"Must the world always be so harsh, I wonder," she murmured.

"In my experience, yup."

"Why didn't you go after him?" the female asked quietly. "And this is not a criticism-it truly isn't. It just seems out of character for you."

The fact that the question was phrased like that made Xhex slightly less defensive. "He made me take a vow not to. He even put it in writing. If I go back on my word, two of his best friends are going to die-because they're going to come after me." With an awkward shrug, Xhex took the goddamn letter out of the pocket of her leathers. "I have to keep this with me because it's the only thing that helps me stay put. Otherwise, I'd be up at that fucking colony this morning."

Ehlena's eyes clung to the folded envelope. "May...may I please see it?" Her lovely hand shook as she reached out. "Please."

The female's emotional grid was a tangled mess, strips of desolation and fear bound in ropes of sadness. She had been through the wringer these last four weeks, and she was in extremis, stretched beyond her limit and then some...but at the core, at the center, at the heart of her...love burned.

Love burned deeply.

Xhex put the letter against Ehlena's palm and held on to it for a brief moment. In a choked voice, she said, "Rehvenge...has been my hero for years. He's a good male in spite of his symphath side, and he's worthy of what you feel for him. He deserves so much better than he's gotten out of life...and to be honest, I can't imagine what that female is doing to him right now."

As Xhex released the envelope, Ehlena blinked quickly, as if she were trying to keep tears from spilling.

Xhex couldn't bear to look at the female, so she went over to stand before the oil painting that depicted a beautiful sun setting over a calm sea. The colors chosen were so warm and lovely, it was as if the seascape actually projected a glowing heat you could feel upon your face and shoulders.

"He deserved a real life," Xhex murmured. "With a shellan who loved him and a couple of young and...instead he's going to be abused and tortured for-"

That was as far as she could go, her throat closing up so hard she found it difficult to breathe. Standing in front of the glowing sunset, Xhex almost broke down and wept: The internal pressure of keeping all of the past and the present and the future inside of her rose to such a foaming, sizzling combustion that she looked down at her arms and hands to see if they had expanded.

But no, they were the same as always.

Locked into the skin she was in.

There was a soft rustle of paper, the letter sliding back into its envelope.

"Well, there's only one thing to do," Ehlena said.

Xhex focused on the burning sun in the center of the painting and forced herself to pull back from the brink. "And that is."

"We're going to go up and get him out."

Xhex shot a glare over her shoulder. "At the risk of sounding like we're in an action movie...there's no way you and I can go up against a shitload of symphaths. Besides, you read the letter. You know what I agreed to."

Ehlena tapped the envelope on her knee. "But it says you can't go on his behalf, right? So...what if I asked you to head up there with me. Then it would be on my behalf, right? If you're a symphath, surely you must appreciate that loophole."

Xhex's brain churned over the implications and she smiled briefly. "Quick thinking. But no offense, you're a civilian. I'm going to need a lot more backup than you."

Ehlena rose from the sofa. "I know how to shoot, and I'm trained as a triage nurse, so I can deal with field injuries. Besides, you need me if you're going to get around that vow you're stuck with. So what do you say?"

Xhex was all for the guns-blazing shit, but if she got Ehlena killed in the process of letting Rehv out, that wasn't going to go over well.

"Fine, I'm going alone," Ehlena said, tossing the letter down on the sofa. "I'll find him and I'll-"

"Hold up, hard-ass." Xhex took a deep breath, picked up Rehv's last missive, and allowed herself to be open to the possibilities. What if there were a way to...

From out of nowhere, purpose poured into her, her veins firing up with something other than pain. Yes, she thought. She could see how to work this.

"I know who we can go to." She started to beam. "I know how we can do this."

"Who?"

She put her palm out to Ehlena. "If you want to go up there, I'm in, but we do it my way."

Rehv's nurse glanced down before leveling toffee-colored eyes on Xhex's face. "I go with you. That's my one condition. I. Go."

Xhex nodded slowly. "I understand. But everything else is up to me."

"Deal."

When their palms met, the other female's grip was strong and steady. Which, considering everything they were contemplating, boded well for how Ehlena would hold on to the butt of a gun.

"We're going to get him out," Ehlena breathed.

"God help us."