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Lover Enshrined (Black Dagger Brotherhood #6)(56)
Author: J.R. Ward

"Turn around, Z."

"Why."

There was a long pause. Then he gritted out in a hard voice, "You never said thank-you."

Z's head shot over his shoulder. "Excuse me?"

"You. Never. Thanked. Me."

"For what?"

"For saving you. Goddamn it, I saved you from that whore Mistress of yours and what she did to you. And you never thanked me." Phury walked up to his twin, his voice getting louder and louder. "I searched for you for a f**king century, and then I got your ass out of there and saved your f**king life - "

Zsadist leaned forward on his shitkickers, pointing his finger out like a gun. "You want credit for rescuing me? Don't hold your breath. I never asked you for the f**king favor. That was all about your Good Samaritan complex."

"If I hadn't gotten you out, you wouldn't have Bella!"

"And if you hadn't, she wouldn't be in danger of dying right now! You want gratitude? Better pat yourself on the back, because I'm not feeling it at the moment."

The words drifted off into the night as if looking for other ears to fill.

Phury blinked, then found words coming out of his mouth, words he'd wanted to say for a long time. "I buried our parents by myself. I was the only one who took care of their bodies, who smelled the smoke of the burning - "

"And I never knew them. They were strangers to me, and so were you when you showed up - "

"They loved you!"

"Enough to stop looking for me! Fuck them! You think I didn't know he stopped? I went back and traced the trail from that house you burned down. I know how far our father went before he gave up. You think I give a shit about him? He let me go!"

"You were more real to them than I was! You were everywhere in that house, you were everything to them!"

"Boo-fucking-hoo, Phury," Z snapped. "Don't you dare poor-me it with me. Do you have any idea what my life was like?"

"I lost my f**king leg for you!"

"You chose to come after me! If you don't like the way things worked out, don't bitch to me about it!"

Phury exhaled hard, absolutely stunned. "You ungrateful bastard. You ungrateful motherfucker... You mean to tell me you would rather have stayed with the Mistress?" When there was nothing but silence, he shook his head. "I'd always thought the sacrifices I'd made were worth it. The celibacy. The panic. The physical costs." Anger resurged. "Not to mention the royal head f**k I got from the number of the times you asked me to beat the living shit out of you. And now you tell me you would rather have stayed a blood slave?"

"Is that what all this is about? You want me to justify this self-destructive savior streak you got going on by being grateful?" Z laughed low and hard. "Whatever. You think I'm having a party watching you smoke and drink yourself into an early grave? You think I like what I saw the other night in that alley?" Z cursed. "Fuck it, I'm so not playing this. Wake up, Phury. You're killing yourself. Quit searching for crutches and spouting lies, and take a good long look at yourself."

On some dim inner level Phury realized that this collision between the two of them had been overdue. And that his twin had a point.

But so did he.

He shook his head again. "I don't think I'm wrong to ask for some acknowledgment. I've been invisible in this family all my life."

There was a stretch of silence.

Then Z spat, "For f**k's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood."

The dismissive tone sparked the anger again, and Phury's arm swung of its own volition, his fist catching Z on the thick of the jaw, the crack like a homer hit off a wooden bat.

Z went on a flying spin and landed on Rhage's GTO like a tarp.

As the brother righted himself, Phury fell into a fighting stance and shook out his knuckles. In another second and a half, they were going to be locked in a vicious bodily argument, fists instead of nasty words being traded back and forth until one or both of them collapsed.

And exactly where the hell was that going to get them?

Phury slowly lowered his arms.

At that moment, Fritz's Mercedes came through the courtyard's gates.

In its headlights, Zsadist rearranged his jacket and calmly walked over to the driver's-side door of the Escalade. "If it weren't for what I just promised Cormia, I'd bust your mouth open."

"What?"

"Get in the f**king car."

"What did you say to her?"

As Z got behind the wheel, his black eyes cut through the night like knives. "Your girlfriend is worried about you, so she made me promise I'd take care of you. And unlike some people, I keep my word."

Ouch.

"Now get in." Z slammed the SUV's door shut.

Phury cursed and went over to the passenger side while the Merc came to a halt and Qhuinn got out of the backseat. The kid's eyes went saucer as he looked up at the mansion.

Clearly he was here for his trial, Phury thought as he slid into shotgun next to his deathly silent twin.

"You know where Lash's parents' house is, right?" Phury said.

"Of course I do."

The shut up went unsaid.

As the Escalade headed for the gates, the wizard's voice was dead serious as it banged around in Phury's head: You have to be a hero to earn gratitude, and you are not one of the knight-in-shining-armor types. You just want to be.

Phury looked out the window, the angry words he and Z had just exchanged echoing like gunshots in an alley.

Do them all a favor and walk away, the wizard said. Just walk away, mate.

You want to be a hero? Make it so they don't have to deal with you ever again.

Chapter Twenty-eight

Qhuinn was absolutely sure his nuts were on Wrath's menu tonight, but even so, he was amazed at the sight of the Brotherhood's training center. The thing was the size of a small city, made up of blocks of stone that were big as a male's torso, with windows that looked like they were reinforced with titanium or some shit. The gargoyles around the roof and all the shadows were perfect. Exactly what you'd expect.

"Sire?" the butler said as he indicated the cathedral-worthy front door. "Shall we go in? I must needs get to my cooking."

"Cooking?"

The doggen slowed his speech down as if he were addressing a moron. "I cook for the Brotherhood as well as tend to this, their home."

Holy shit...This wasn't the training center; this was the Brotherhood's digs.

Well, duh. Check out the security. There were cameras mounted over the doors and under the roof, and the retaining wall of the courtyard was like something out of a movie about Alcatraz. Hell, he expected a fleet of Dobermans to come trucking around the corner with their chompers showing.

Then again, the dogs were probably still gnawing on the bones of the last guest they'd turned into pulled pork.

"Sire?" the butler repeated. "Shall we?"

"Yeah... yeah, sure." Qhuinn swallowed hard and walked forward, prepared to face the music with the king. "Ah, listen, I'm just going to leave my stuff in the car."

"As you wish, sire."

Man, thank God Blay didn't have to see what was about to go down -

One side of the mammoth double doors opened and a familiar friend lifted a hand.

Oh. Great. Blay would miss the show, but John was having a front-row seat, evidently.

The guy was dressed in the blue jeans and one of the deconstructed button-downs they'd gotten at Abercrombie. His bare feet were pale on the black stone stairs, and he seemed relatively calm, which was kind of irritating. The bastard could at least have had the grace to sport a cold sweat or a case of the sympathy shits.

Hey, John signed.

"Hey."

John stepped back, clearing the way. How are you doing?

"I wish I were a smoker." Because then he could put this off for the duration of a cig.

No, you don't. You hate smoking.

"When I face the firing squad, I may rethink that hard line."

Shut up.

Qhuinn walked through a vestibule that made him feel totally underdressed, what with its black-and-white marble floor and its chandelier - was that made of real gold? Probably -

Holy f**k, he thought as he stopped dead.

The foyer in front of him was palatial. Total Russian royalty, with its brilliant colors and its incredible gold-leafed everything and its mosaic floor and its painted ceiling... or, shit, maybe it was more like something out of a Danielle Steel novel, with all its romantic marble columns and arching expanse.

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