Rachel Vincent - With All My Soul

“You won’t get that chance,” I said, and Avari laughed out loud.

“She isn’t a pure-blood bean sidhe, and her wail is largely pointless, but the pain that sound could carry... She will be my consolation prize while I wait to acquire you. Her screams will whet my appetite for yours. A most appropriate substitute for however long you are willing to let her suffer. Do you have an estimate of how long that might be? It would really help with my planning....”

“Hang up,” Tod said. “We’ve heard more than enough.” Avari had officially delivered his horrifying ultimatum.

“Well, if it isn’t the knight in tarnished armor. How is that breastplate fitting these days? Has Ms. Cavanaugh discovered how readily you shed the costume of honor when ethical compromise produces faster results—or greater profit?”

Tod glared at the phone, fists clutching the sides of the rolling desk chair like they were the only thing holding him there. “She knows everything I’ve done.”

And I knew that everything he’d done—supernatural drug trafficking and feeding certain criminal elements to the Netherworld—had been done to protect someone else. Tod’s methods may have been flawed, but his heart was in the right place. Always.

“How large is my audience?” the hellion said. “Is the other Mr. Hudson listening? The one with the bruised soul and wounded eyes?”

Nash didn’t answer. None of us did. We only stared at the phone, and with each new word my hand inched closer, my finger hovering over the button that would end the call.

“I look forward to resuming our business relationship. I’ve always found you to be the most pragmatic of your peers,” the hellion continued. “The one who best understands business and is least likely to let emotions interfere.”

“Not gonna happen,” Nash said so softly I wasn’t sure Avari could hear him. “We won’t be doing any more business.”

“Oh, I think we will. I think you and your older, fairer, deader brother will do just about anything to provide for the care and comfort of your lovely mother....”

Nash reached for the phone, but before he could pick it up, the screen flashed black, then the words “call ended” appeared. “Bastard!” Nash shouted, and I grabbed his phone before he could reach it because I could see his intent in his eyes. “He has our mom!” Nash turned on Tod. “How can you just sit there, knowing he has our mother?”

“He doesn’t have her.” Tod’s voice sounded calm, but I could see tension in every line of his body. In the way he sat perfectly still, as if he might lose control of his temper—just like Nash—if he moved at all. “If Avari really had her, he’d come right out and say it, so there could be no doubt. But he didn’t say it. He only implied it, because that’s as close to lying as a hellion can get. He hasn’t found her yet, Nash.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, and Tod nodded. “That’s probably why he hung up so fast—so we couldn’t start asking about her.”

“So, she’s okay?” Nash needed us to say yes. I could see that in the anxious twists of green ringing the edges of his irises. He wouldn’t sleep if we said no. In fact, he’d probably stay up all night plotting her rescue from scratch, not that I could blame him. But we owed him the truth.

“Maybe,” I finally said. “She’s more okay than she’d be if Avari had her, anyway.”

“Well, I guess that’s probably true.” My mattress creaked when he stood. “I’m going to look for her again. Will you guys come with me?”

Tod hesitated, but I nodded, trying to hide the dangerous idea and the grim certainty growing clearer in my mind with every passing second. “Yeah. Of course. But we should give it a little while. Avari’s going to be on alert for at least the next few hours, in case I actually lose my mind and decide to turn myself in.”

“That’s fine. I’m going out with Sabine anyway,” Nash said, his hand on the doorknob. Tod shot him a questioning look, which I suspect my expression echoed. “Not out, out. Just out to eat. She feeds at night, remember? And I don’t want her going alone after what happened last night.”

Sabine wasn’t going to feed in the Netherworld, which meant she should be safe on her own, but I saw no reason to point that out. Nash feeling protective of his recently poisoned girlfriend was good news for them both.

I was happy for them.

“Don’t forget your key,” Tod said.

“And this.” I held out his phone, and Nash took it, then shoved it in his back pocket. “Be careful.”

“We will.”

“Hey, baby brother, stay out of trouble,” Tod said before Nash could pull open the door.

Nash lifted both brows and grinned. “I’m a year and a half older than you now. I think that makes you the baby brother.”

“I may be physically younger, but—much like a sweet, golden apricot—I was plucked from life at the peak of perfection.” Tod’s smile grew and mischief swirled in his irises. “Someday decades from now, when you and Sabine are hobbling around in your old-people pants and orthopedic shoes, yelling at grandchildren and reminiscing about the days when you could still see your feet, unimpeded by the view of your gut, I will still be basking in the glow of eternal youth, forever young, forever golden, forever—”

“In love with the face in the mirror and the sound of your own voice,” I finished for him, and Nash laughed.

“I can’t take credit for my genetic blessings, but I can’t deny them, either.” Tod pulled me onto his lap again and his hand settled on my hip, and for a moment my whole world went still beneath the unexpected weight of his intense focus. “But the face and voice I most love to see and hear both belong to you. And they always will, Kaylee.”

My heart beat so hard my entire body trembled. I kissed him, and my fingers slid into his hair, and Tod’s hands splayed across my back, touching as much of me as possible.

Nash cleared his throat. “I’m going to refrain from acknowledging the awkwardness of this moment, as I quietly retreat....” His shoes whispered against the carpet.

I pulled away from Tod reluctantly and turned to his brother. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make things—”

“Don’t be.” Nash’s smile was small and more than a little melancholy, but he met my gaze and held it a second. Then he gave Tod a small, firm nod, like he’d come to some private decision. “Don’t be sorry. Either of you. This is the way it’s supposed to be. I’ve understood that for a few weeks, but I didn’t tell you because...well, because I was really mad at you both. But this is...right.” He made a gesture encompassing us both. “This is good. I hope you both get to stay golden for a long, long time.”

Tod was silent for a moment, and I felt his heart go as still as his eyes, which usually meant he was feeling something he didn’t know how to express. Then, finally, he grinned. “And I hope you get all those grandkids and that old-man gut.”

Nash laughed, and I frowned at Tod.

“What?” He gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look. “I just basically wished him a lifetime of good food and sex. It doesn’t get much better than that.”

I glanced from one brother to the other, confused. “Food and sex? How do you figure?”

Nash crossed his arms over his chest, still chuckling. “Where do you think the kids and the gut come from?”

On the bright side, the fraternal communication gap had obviously been bridged.

But on that other side...it turned out that nonsense was the official language of testosterone, and I was not a native speaker.

“But we’re talking extreme future tense, here. Like, hover cars and space colonies.” Nash lifted his shirt, showing off one of few physical traits he and his brother actually had in common. “These abs are gonna be around for a long, long time.” He disappeared into the hall, still chuckling, and Tod looked at me in astonishment.