"You can stop worrying," Reyes said. "He doesn't want to be found. He hates who and what he is and he hates us seeing him like that. I swear to you, he's content where he is or I would not have left him."

The door to the roof burst open and Sabin, keeper of Doubt himself, stalked through, dark hair dancing in the breeze.

"For fuck's sake," the man said, throwing up his arms. "What the hell's going on?" He spotted Reyes and comprehension instantly dawned. He rolled his eyes. "Damn, Pain, you sure know how to spoil a meeting."

"Why aren't you researching Rome?" Reyes asked him. Had everyone stopped working in the half hour he'd been on the roof?

Gideon, keeper of Lies, was close at Sabin's heels and prevented the warrior from answering with a sober, "My, my, how fun this looks."

In Gideon speak, "fun" meant boring. The man couldn't utter a single truth without experiencing debilitating pain. Pain, exactly what I need. If only Reyes simply had to lie to receive it, how easy life would have been.

"Shouldn't you be helping Paris research the States?" Reyes demanded. He didn't bother waiting for an answer. "This is starting to feel like a damned circus. Can't a man do a little sulking and self-mutilation in private?"

"No," Paris said, "he can't. Stop stalling, and stop changing the subject. Give us the answers we want or, I swear to the gods, I'm coming up there and laying a big wet one right on your mouth. My boy is hungry and looking to feed. He thinks you'll do just fine."

Reyes didn't doubt Promiscuity wanted to bed him, but he knew Paris, and knew the warrior preferred women.

Get rid of them. Reyes studied his newest guests. Gideon was dressed entirely in black, with hair dyed electric blue, eyebrows pierced in several places, the silver studs gleaming, and charcoal-rimmed eyelashes. Humans found him cut-your-heart-out scary.