Trez had run into when he'd finally dropped himself out of the air . . . also the one where Rehv had had to do the duty with that nasty symphath Princess who'd been blackmailing him. Trez had taken shelter when Rehv had arrived and fucked the bitch standing up a couple of times. Afterward, she had left him in a mess on the floor, the poison she'd put on her skin having leveled Rehvenge. Caring for the guy had only seemed natural. And in return? He and that purple-eyed bastard had become brothers of a sort. To the point where, when iAm had turned up on the outside, the three of them had fallen in together, Trez's loyalty and gratitude indenturing him and his kin to the sin-eater.