Free Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last by J.R. Ward

we know this?”
    Throe cleared his throat and glanced away. “I went to her last night and availed myself.”
    Xcor smiled coldly. So that explained his soldier’s absence—and the reason for the departure was a relief. He had feared that the other male had…
    “And how ever was she.”
    “She was viable.”
    “Did you sample all her charms?”
    The gentlemale, who had once been a highbrow member of the
glymera
, but was now useful, cleared his throat. “I, ah…yes.”
    “And how were they.” When there was no answer, Xcor tracked through the black-stained snow, closing in on his second in command. “How was she, Throe? Wet and willing?”
    The male’s flush grew deeper on his perfectly handsome face. “She was adequate.”
    “How many times did you have her?”
    “Several.”
    “And in varying positions, I hope?” When there was only a stiff nod, Xcor relented. “Well, you have then faithfully discharged your duty to your fellow soldiers. I’m quite certain that the others shall want to partake of both vein and sex as well.”
    In the awkward beat of silence that followed, Xcor would never have admitted it to anyone, but he’d pressed for details not to deliberately goad his subordinate…but because he was glad Throe had lain with the female. He wanted distance between the male and what had happened back in the fall. He wanted calendars full of years, and countless females, and rivers of other females’ blood….
    “There is but one stipulation,” Throe said.
    Xcor thinned his mouth. As the female in question had not seen him yet, it couldn’t be more cash—besides, he did not need to feed as of now. Thanks to…“And that is.”
    “It must be done at her abode. At first night tomorrow.”
    “Ah.” Xcor smiled coldly. “’Tis a trap then.”
    “The Brotherhood does not know who made the inquiry.”
    “You identified six males, did you not.”
    “I used not our names.”
    “No matter.” Xcor glanced around the alley, his senses reaching out, searching for
lesser
or Brother. “I do not underestimate the king’s reach. Nor should you.”
    Indeed, his own ambitions had pitted them all against a foe of worth. The assassination attempt on Wrath’s life back in the autumn had been his open declaration of war, and as expected, there had been a predictable fallout: The Brotherhood had found his Band of Bastards’ lair, infiltrated it, and left with the rifle pack that contained the weapon that had been used to put a bullet into the Blind King’s throat.
    Undoubtedly, they were going for proof.
    The question was, of what? He did not know as of yet whether the king lived or had died, and neither did the Council, from what he understood. In fact, the
glymera
knew not that the attempt had even occurred.
    Had Wrath survived? Or had he been killed and the Brotherhood was at the moment busy trying to fill the vacancy? The Old Law was very clear about the rules of succession—provided the king had offspring, which he did not. So it would be his next nearest kin—assuming there were any.
    Xcor wanted to know, but he made no inquiries. All he could do was wait until word presented itself—and in the meantime, he and his soldiers kept killing
lessers
, and he continued to shore up his power base within the
glymera
. At least both of those endeavors were going well. Every night, they stabbed slayers back to the Omega. And his limp-wristed contact on the Council, the not-particularly-venerable Elan, son of Larex, was proving quite naive and malleable—two characteristics very useful in a disposable tool.
    Xcor was, however, growing tired of the information void. And indeed, this business with that female Throe had found was necessary but fraught with danger. A female capable of selling her veins and her sex to multiple users was certainly able to trade information for cash—and though Throe had kept their identities quiet, the number of them had been given. The Brotherhood must have appropriately