Free BDB 13 The Shadows by J.R. Ward Page B

I.”
    “She is irrelevant. And my ambitions are restrained by no one.”
    “Prove it.”
    “To whom.” Xcor tilted his head and jutted out his jaw. “To them? Or is it you who has the problem.”
    “Prove that you are not going soft.”
    In the blink of an eye, Xcor withdrew his steel dagger and pressed it to the male’s jugular. “Here? Now?”
    As Throe gasped, the sharp tip nicked his flesh, a line of bright red blood gracing that oh, so shiny pale blade.
    “Shall I prove myself on you,” Xcor said darkly. “Would that suffice.”
    “You are distracted,” Throe snapped. “By a
female
. You are weakened by her!”
    “And you are deranged! I choose not to kill the rightfully elected King of the Race—and that is a crime over which you attempt to secure a mutiny among my fighters?”
    “You were so close! We nearly had the throne! The dominoes were aligned, the
glymera
was going to do your bidding—”
    Xcor pressed that dagger in again, ending the tirade. “Is this traitorous meeting about my ambition—or yours? Permit me to inquire precisely whose loss you are mourning.”
    “You are not leading us anymore.”
    “Let us ask them.” Xcor broke off and stalked around the room, looking at the bent heads of his soldiers. “What say you all. Are you going with him or staying with me?” As curses broke out in the tense air, he pivoted to Throe. “Because that is what you’re doing, is it not? Presenting them with a choice—either you or me. So, I say, let us proceed to the endgame with all due haste. Where dost thou stand, bastards mine?”
    There was a long pause.
    And then Zypher lifted his eyes. “Who is she?”
    “That is not the question I posed to you.”
    “That’s the question we want answered.”
    Xcor felt his temper rise. “She is none of your business.”
    There was no way in hell he was going to explain the liaisons with his Chosen.
    Zypher’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “Jesus … you’ve bonded with her.”
    “I have not.”
    “I can smell it, too,” someone said. “Who is she?”
    “She is of no consequence.”
    Throe spoke up, loud and clear. “She is a Chosen. Who lives with the Brotherhood.”
    Annnnd herewith the chaos he had previously anticipated: The room erupted with male voices, all of them talking over one another, snippets of the Old Language mixing with English and German curse words.
    Meanwhile, Throe took out a pristine handkerchief and pressed the white square to the wound at his throat. “I fail to understand why she meets with you—just what do you have over her? There must be some kind of inducement—money? Or is it a threat of some kind?”
    Xcor let the insult stand, as it wasn’t just close to the truth; the male had hit the nail on the head. The only reason the Chosen Layla met with him was that he knew the location of the Black Dagger Brotherhood’s mansion, and she was terrified he was going to sack the property: There had been one night, nearly a year ago, when he had followed her blood trail and stumbled upon the great secret. And Throe was right—he had leveraged the discovery to his benefit.
    She had promised him her body in exchange for his keeping the site sacrosanct.
    And though he had yet to call upon her in a carnal way, out of respect for her pregnancy, her virtue, and her station … he would have her.
    Eventually, he would take what was his and mark her as his own—
    Shit, had he
bonded
?
    Xcor refocused on Throe and his Bastards. “Let us concern ourselves with this mutiny and not anyone’s imagination. So what say you. All of you.” There was a long pause. “Any of you.”
    He supposed, as he awaited a response, the fact that Throe remained upright and breathing was proof that Xcor had, in fact, somewhat softened. Trained by the Bloodletter, he had not forgotten what he had learned in the war camp, but of late, he had come to realize that brute force and bloodshed were simply one means to an end—and there