Page 5 of Lover Revealed

Chapter Five

  Rehvenge had not seemed at all surprised when she called him, Marissa thought. But then, he'd always had this uncanny way of reading her.

  Gathering up her black cloak, she stepped out the back of her brother's mansion. Night had just fallen, and she shivered, though not because of the cold. It was that horrible dream she'd had during the day. She'd been flying, flying across the landscape, flying over a frozen pond with pines on its far side, going farther past a ring of trees, until she'd slowed and peered downward. On the snowy ground, curled up and bleeding, she saw¡­ Butch.

  The urge to call the Brotherhood lingered as much as the images of the nightmare did. Except how stupid would she feel when the warriors called back all annoyed, just to tell her he was perfectly fine? They'd probably think she was stalking him. Except, God¡­ that vision of him bleeding into the white-covered earth, that picture of him, helpless in the fetal position, haunted her.

  It was only a dream, though. Merely¡­ a dream.

  Closing her eyes, she forced herself into a semblance of calm and dematerialized downtown to the terrace of a penthouse apartment some thirty stories up. As soon as she took form, Rehvenge slid open one of six glass doors.

  He immediately frowned. "You're upset. "

  She forced a smile as she went over to him. "You know I'm always a little uncomfortable. "

  He pointed his gold engraved cane at her. "No, this is different. "

  God, she'd never known anyone so in tune with her emotions. "I'll be fine. "

  As he took her elbow and pulled her inside, a tropical warmth embraced her. Rehv always had the temperature this high, and his floor length sable coat always stayed on until they got to the couch. She had no idea how he could stand the heat, but he seemed to crave it.

  He shut the slider. "Marissa, I want to know what's doing. "

  "Nothing, really. "

  With a twist, she took off her cloak and draped it on a chrome-and-black chair. Three sides of the penthouse were made up of sheets of glass, and the sprawling view of Caldwell's two halves showed the shimmering lights of downtown, the dark curve of the Hudson River, the stars over it all. The decor was minimalist, all ebony and cream elegance¡­ rather like Rehv, with his black mohawk and his golden skin and his perfect clothes.

  Under different circumstances, she would have adored the penthouse.

  Under different circumstances, she might have adored him.

  Rehv's violet eyes narrowed as he leaned on his cane and came to her. He was a huge male, built like a Brother, and he had looming down pat, his handsome face hard. "Don't lie to me. "

  She smiled slightly. Males like him tended to be very protective, and though the two of them were not mated, she wasn't surprised he seemed ready to hunt something down on her behalf. "I had a disturbing dream this morning and haven't shaken it off yet. That's all. "

  As he measured her, she had the oddest sense he was sifting through her emotions, examining how they interconnected from the inside.

  "Give me your hand," he said.

  She reached out with no hesitation. He always observed the glymera's formalities, and he hadn't yet greeted her as custom required. Except when their palms met, he didn't brush his lips across hers in a kiss. He put his thumb over her wrist and pushed down a little. Then even harder. Suddenly, as if he'd opened up some kind of drain, her feelings of fear and worry tunneled down her arm and out to him, pulled through by the contact.

  "Rehvenge?" she whispered weakly.

  The instant he let her go, the emotions came back, a well-spring no longer tapped.

  "You won't be able to be with me tonight. "

  She flushed and rubbed the skin where he'd touched her. "Of course I will. It's¡­ time. "

  To get them started, she went to the black leather couch they usually used and stood beside it. After a moment, Rehvenge came over to her and took off his sable coat, slinging the fur out flat for them to lie on. Then he unbuttoned his black suit coat and removed it as well. His fine silk shirt, which seemed so very white, parted down the middle at his fingertips and then the heavy, hairless expense of his chest was revealed. Tattoos marked his pecs, two five-pointed stars in black ink, and there were more designs on his ribbed stomach.

  As he sat down and eased back into the couch's arms, his muscles flexed. Looking up at her, his glowing amethyst stare drew her in, and so did his hand as he extended his arm and crooked his forefinger at her. "Come here, tahlly. I've got what you need. "

  She lifted the skirt of her gown and climbed between his legs. Rehv always insisted she take from his throat, but in the three times they had done this, he had never once been aroused. Which was a relief as well as a reminder. Wrath had never had an erection when he was near her either.

  As she glanced down at Rehv's smooth-skinned male glory, the low-level hunger she had been feeling for the past few days hit hard. She put her palms on his pecs and arched over him, watching as he closed his eyes, tilted his chin to the side, and ran his hands up her arms. A soft groan left his lips, which was something he always did right before she struck. In another situation, she would have said it was anticipation, but she knew that wasn't true. His body was always flaccid, and she couldn't believe he liked being used that much.

  She opened her mouth, her fangs elongating, extending downward from her upper jaw. Leaning into Rehv, she¡ª

  The image of Butch in the snow froze her, and she had to shake her head to refocus on Rehv's throat and her hunger.

  Feed, she told herself. Take what he offers.

  She tried again, only to stop with her mouth on his neck. As she squeezed her eyes shut in frustration, Rehv put his hand under her chin and lifted her head up.

  "Who is he, tahlly?" Rehv's thumb stroked her bottom lip. "Who is this male you love who won't feed you? And I'm going to be totally insulted if you don't tell me. "

  "Oh, Rehvenge¡­ it's no one you know. "

  "He is a fool. "

  "No. I am the fool. "

  With an unexpected surge, Rehv pulled her down to his mouth. She was so shocked, she gasped, and in an erotic rush, his tongue entered her. He kissed her with skill, all smooth moves and sliding penetrations. She felt no arousal but could tell what kind of lover he would be: dominant, powerful¡­ thorough.

  When she pushed against his chest, he let her break the contact.

  As Rehv eased back, his amethyst eyes glowed, a beautiful purple light pouring out of them, pouring into her. Though she felt no erection at his hips, the trembling that ran throughout his big, muscular body told her he was a male with sex on his mind and in his blood¡ªand that he wanted to penetrate her.

  "You look so surprised," he drawled.

  Considering the way most males regarded her, she was. "That was unexpected. Especially as I didn't think you could¡ª"

  "I am capable of mating with a female. " His lids dropped, and for a moment he looked frightening. "Under certain circumstances. "

  From out of nowhere, a shocking image shot into her brain: her naked on a bed with a sable blanket beneath her, Rehv naked and fully aroused, spreading her legs with his hips. On the inside of her thigh, she saw a bite mark, as if he'd fed from the vein there.

  As she inhaled sharply and covered her eyes, the vision disappeared and he murmured, "My apologies, tahlly. I fear my fantasies are rather well developed. But don't worry, we can just keep them in my head. "

  "Dear God, Rehvenge, I never would have guessed. And maybe if things were different¡­"

  "Fair enough. " He stared into her face and then shook his head. "I really want to meet this male of yours. "

  "That's the problem. He's not mine. "

  "Then like I said, he's a fool. " Rehv touched her hair. "And hungry as you are, we're going to have to do this another time, tahlly. That heart of yours isn't going to allow it tonight. "

  She pushed away from him and stood up, her eyes going to the windows an
d the glowing city. She wondered where Butch was and what he was doing, then looked back over at Rehv and wanted to know why in the hell she wasn't attracted to him. He was beautiful in the ways of a warrior¡ªpotent, thick-blooded, strong¡­ especially now, with his massive body sprawled on the sable-covered couch, his legs spread in blatant sexual invitation.

  "I wish I wanted you, Rehv. "

  He laughed dryly. "Funny, I know just what you mean. "

  V pushed out through the mansion's vestibule and stood in the courtyard. In the lee of the looming stone manse, he cast his mind out into the night, radar looking for a signal.

  "You do not go in alone," Rhage snarled at his ear. "You find the place they're keeping him and you call us. "

  When V didn't reply, he was grabbed by the back of the neck and shaken like a rag doll. In spite of the fact that he was a jacked six-foot-six.

  Rhage's face pushed into his, all no-fooling-around. "Vishous. You hear me?"

  "Yeah, whatever. " He shoved the male off him, only to become very aware that they were not alone. The rest of the Brotherhood was waiting, armed and angry, a cannon ready to be fired. Except¡­ in the midst of all their aggression, they were looking over at him with worry. As the concern drove him nuts, he turned away.

  V marshaled his mind and sifted through the night, trying to find the small echo of himself inside Butch. Penetrating the darkness, he searched across fields and mountains and frozen lakes and rushing streams¡­ out¡­ out¡­ out¡ª

  Oh, God.

  Butch was alive. Barely. And he was¡­ north and east. Twelve, maybe fifteen miles away.

  As V took out his Glock, an iron hand grabbed his arm. Rhage was back with a hard-on. "You do not take those lessers on alone. "

  "I got it. "

  "Swear to me," Rhage snapped. Like he knew damn well V was thinking of rushing whoever held Butch and only calling for cleanup.

  Except this was personal, not just about the war between the vampires and the Lessening Society. Those undead bastards had taken his¡ªwell, he didn't know what Butch was to him specifically. But it ran deeper than anything he'd felt in a long time.

  "Vishous¡ª"

  "I'll call you when I'm good and fucking ready. " V dematerialized free of his brother's hold.

  Traveling in a loose scramble of molecules, he misted out into Caldwell's rural farmland to a grove of woods beyond a pond that was still frozen. He triangulated his reappearance about a hundred yards away from the signal he got from Butch, coming together crouched and ready for a fight.

  Which was a good plan because, holy hell, he could feel lessers everywhere¡ª

  V frowned and held his breath. Moving slowly, he turned in a semicircle, searching with his eyes and his ears, not his instincts. There were no slayers around. There was nothing around. Not even a shack or a hunting lodge¡ª

  Abruptly, he shuddered. No, there was something in these woods, all right¡ªa big ass something, a condensed mark of malevolence, an evil that made him twitchy.

  The Omega.

  As he swiveled his head toward the dreadful concentration, a cold blast of wind nailed him in the face, like Mother Nature was urging him in the opposite direction.

  Tough shit. He had to get his roommate out of here.

  V ran toward what he could sense of Butch, his shitkickers punching through the crusty snow. Up ahead, the full moon shone brightly at the margin of a cloudless sky, but the presence of evil was so vivid V could have followed the way blindfolded. And shit, Butch was close to that blackness.

  Fifty yards later, V saw the coyotes. They were circling something on the ground, growling not as if they were hungry but as if the pack was being threatened.

  And whatever had captured their interest was of such magnitude they didn't even notice V's approach. To break them up, he pointed his gun overhead and let off a couple of rounds. The coyotes scattered and¡ª

  V skidded to a halt. As he looked at what was on the ground, he couldn't swallow. Which was fine, because his mouth went dry.

  Butch was lying in the snow on his side, naked, beaten, blood all over him, face swollen and bruised. His thigh was bandaged, but whatever wound was under the gauze had bled through. None of that was the horror, however. Evil was all around the cop¡­ all around¡­ shit, he was the black, foul footprint V had sensed.

  Oh, sweet Virgin in the Fade.

  Vishous did a quick scan of the environs, then dropped to his knees and gently laid his gloved hand on his friend. As a painful zinger shot up his arm, V's instincts told him to bolt because what he'd laid his palm on was to be avoided at all costs. Evil.

  "Butch, it's me. Butch?"

  With a groan, the cop stirred, a kind of hope flaring in his battered face, as if he'd lifted his head to the sun. But then the expression faded.

  Dear Lord, the man's eyes were frozen shut because he'd been crying and the tears hadn't gotten far in the cold.

  "Don't worry, cop. I'm going to¡­" Do what? The male was about to die out here, but what the hell had been done to him? He was saturated by darkness.

  Butch's mouth opened. The hoarse sounds that came out might have been words, but they didn't carry.

  "Cop, don't say anything. I'm going to take care of you¡ª"

  Butch shook his head and began to move. With pathetic weakness, he stretched out his arms and grabbed at the ground, trying to pull his broken body through the snow. Away from V.

  "Butch, it's me¡ª"

  "No¡­" The cop went all frantic, clawing, dragging himself. "Infected¡­ don't know how¡­ infected¡­ you can't¡­ take me. Don't know why¡­"

  V used his voice like a slap, making it sharp and loud. "Butch! Stop it!"

  The cop settled down, although whether it was because he was following orders or had run out of steam wasn't clear.

  "What the hell did they do to you, my man?" V whipped out a Mylar blanket from his jacket and put it around his roommate.

  "Infected. " Butch awkwardly rolled onto his back and shoved the silver sheath down, his busted-up hand falling onto his belly. "In¡­ fected. "

  "What the fuck¡­"

  There was a fist-sized black circle on the cop's stomach, something like a bruise with highly defined edges. In the center of it, there seemed to be¡­ a surgical scar.

  "Shit. " They'd put something in him.

  "Kill me. " Butch's voice was a chilling rasp. "Kill me now. Infected. Something¡­ inside. Growing¡­"

  V sat back on his heels and grabbed at his hair. Forcing his emotions to the back burner, he put his mind to work and prayed that his overdose of gray matter would come to the rescue. Moments later, the conclusion he reached was radical but logical, and it focused him to the point of calmness. He un-sheathed one of his black daggers with a perfectly steady hand and leaned in to his roommate.

  What shouldn't be in there needed to come out. And given the evil that it was, the extraction had to be done here, in neutral territory, rather than at home or in Havers's clinic. Plus, death was breathing down the cop's neck, and the sooner he was decontam'd the better.

  "Butch, buddy, I want you to take a deep breath, then hold still. I'm going to¡ª"

  "Be of care, warrior. "

  V whirled around in a crouch. Right behind him, hovering above the ground, was the Scribe Virgin. As always she was pure power, her black robes unruffled by the wind, her face hidden, her voice clear as the night air.

  Vishous opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "Before you o'erstep your bounds and render inquiry, I will tell you, no, I cannot help directly. This is a matter of the sort I must stay out of. However, I will say this. You would be wise to unveil the curse you detest. Handling what is within him will bring you closer to death than ever you have been. And no one could remove it save you. " She smiled a little, as if she read his thoughts. "Yes, this moment now is part of the reason you dreamed of him in the beginning. But there is another why
of which you may see in time. "

  "Will he live?"

  "Get to work, warrior," she said in a hard tone. "You shall make more progress toward his salvation if you act rather than offend me. "

  V leaned down to Butch and moved fast, drawing the knife over the cop's belly. As a moan left the man's cracked lips, a gaping hole opened up.

  "Oh, Jesus. " There was something black cocooned in the flesh.

  The Scribe Virgin's voice was closer now, as if she were right over his shoulder. "Unsheathe your hand, warrior, and be of speed about it. How quickly that spreads. "

  V shoved his dagger back into his chest holster and ripped his glove off. He reached down, then stopped. "Wait, I can't touch anyone with this. "

  "The infection will offer the human protection. Do it now, warrior, and as you make contact, visualize the white glow of your palm all around you, as if you are skinned by light. "

  Vishous brought his hand forward while imagining himself surrounded by a pure, radiant incandescence. The moment he made contact with the black piece, his body shuddered and bucked. The thing, whatever it was, disintegrated with a hiss and pop, but, oh, shit, he felt ill.

  "Breathe," the Scribe Virgin said. "Just breathe through it. "

  Vishous swayed and caught himself on the ground, his head hanging off his shoulders, his throat starting to pump. "I think I'm going to be¡ª"

  Yeah, he got sick. And as the retching tackled him again and again, he felt himself get eased off his arms. The Scribe Virgin supported him through the vomiting, and when it was over, he sagged into her. For a moment he even thought she was stroking his hair.