Lover Reborn (Black Dagger Brotherhood #10)
Page 56Qhuinn hated nights off. Absolutely despised them.
As he sat back on his bed, staring at a TV that wasn't on, it dawned on him he'd been watching nothing for close to an hour now. Still, getting the remote and picking a channel just seemed like a lot of fucking hassle for not much in return.
Damn it, there were only so many miles you could run down in the gym. Only so much surfing you could do on the Internet. A limited number of trips you could take up and down to the kitchen...
Yeah, and that last one was especially true, given Saxton was still using the library as his own personal office. That "supersecret king stuff" was taking him for frickin' ever.
Either that or he was getting distracted a lot. By a certain redhead -
Okay, not going there. Nope.
Qhuinn glanced at his watch again. Eleven o'clock. "Fucking hell."
Seven thirty tomorrow night was an eternity away.
Shifting his eyes to the flat wall across the way, he was willing to bet John Matthew was next door, locked in the same grind. Maybe they should head out and have a drink somewhere.
Then again, meh. Did he really want to go to the effort of getting dressed just to have a beer around a bunch of drunk, horny humans? At one point in time, it would have sexed him up. Now, the prospect of all that pathetic, alcohol-induced yearning depressed the shit out of him.
He didn't want to be home. Didn't want to be out.
Christ, he wasn't sure he even wanted to be fighting, for that matter. The war just seemed like a slightly more interesting slice of empty.
Oh, for fuck's sake, what was his problem -
His phone beeped beside him and he picked it up without any real interest. The text made no sense: All males stay in main house. Do not enter training facility. Thanx, Doc Jane.
Huh?
He got up, grabbed a robe, and went over to John's. The knock was answered immediately by a whistle.
Putting his head in, he found his buddy in the same position he'd just been rocking - except the plasma screen was on. 1000 Ways to Die on Spike TV. Nice.
"Did you get that text?"
Which one?
"From Doc Jane." Qhuinn tossed his cell over. "Any ideas?"
John read it and shrugged. Not a clue. But I've already worked out. You?
"Yeah." He walked around the room. "Man, is it me or is time dragging."
The whistle he got in reply was a big fat yup.
"You want to go out?" he asked with all the enthusiasm of someone suggesting a trip to a nail parlor.
Movement on the bed drew his eyes around: John was up on his feet and heading for his closet.
Across his back, deep in his skin, the name of his shellan was carved in the Old Language:
XHEXANIA
Poor bastard...
As the male pulled on a black button-down and covered his bare ass in leather, Qhuinn shrugged. Guess they were going for a beer.
"I'll go get clothes and be right back."
Leaning over the gold-leafed railing, he called out, "Layla?"
As the name echoed, the female emerged from the dining room. "Oh, hello." Her smile was automatic and meaningless, the expressional equivalent of a blank wall. "How fare thee?"
He had to laugh. "You're blowin' me away with all that happy joy-joy."
"I'm sorry." She seemed to snap out of her distraction. "I don't mean to be rude."
"Don't worry about it. What are you doing here?" He shook his head. "What I mean is, were you summoned?"
Had someone come home injured? Blay, for example...
"No, I have naught to do. I'm just waffling about as you would say."
Come to think of it, ever since the fall, she had been doing that a lot, just hanging around in the periphery, loitering as if she were waiting for something.
She was different, he thought abruptly. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but lately she had changed: Grave. Less quick to smile. Serious.
To put it in human terms, he supposed she'd been a girl for as long as he'd known her. Now she was starting to look like a woman. No more wide-eyed wonder about everything this side of the divide had to offer. No more glowing enthusiasm. No more...
Shit, she looked a lot like he and John did. Worn out by the world.
"Hey, you want to come out with us?" he asked.
"Out? As in..."
"John and I are going to go have a drink. Maybe two. Maybe more. I think you should come with us. After all, misery loves company."
She linked her arms over her chest. "Is it so obvious?"
"You're still beautiful."
Layla laughed. "You're being charming."
"Lady in distress, you know the drill. Come out with us - let's just kill some time."
She looked around. Then she picked up her skirting and ascended the stairs. When she got to the top, she stared at him. "Qhuinn... may I please ask you something?"
"Long as it's not multiplication tables. I suck at math."
She laughed a little, but quickly lost the levity. "Did you ever think life would be so... empty? Some nights, I feel as though I could choke on the void."
Jesus, he thought. Yeah, he did.
"Come here," he told her. As she stepped into him, he pulled her in close, tucking her against his chest and resting his chin on the top of her head. "You are such a good female, you know that?"
"You're being charming again."
"And you are still in distress."
She relaxed in his arms. "You are very good to me."
"Back at you."
"It's not you, you know. I'm not pining over you anymore."
"I know." He rubbed her back as a brother would. "So tell me you're coming out - but be warned. I might just have to get you to tell me who you are missing."
"Let's try the guest room. I think we'll find 'em there." He put an arm around her shoulders and led her down the hall. "And as for this Joe Shmoe of yours, I promise not to beat him - unless he breaks your heart. Then I might have to do some dental work on the bastard."
Who the hell could it be? he wondered. Everyone in the house was hooked up.
Maybe it was someone she'd met up north at Phury's great camp? But who would the guy be letting in?
Could it be one of the Shadows? Hmm... those bastards were males of worth, to be sure, the kind of thing that could definitely turn a female's head.
Man, he wished it was something else, for her sake. Love was hard, even if good people were involved.
In the guest room, he found her some black jeans and a black fleece. He didn't like the idea of her in some miniskirted nightmare - not just because it offended his delicate sensibilities, but he didn't need the Primale doing any cosmetic dentistry on him.
When they came out, John was waiting in the hall, and if he was surprised to be joined by the Chosen, he didn't show much of the reaction. Instead, he was kind to Layla, mouthing small talk with her as Qhuinn threw some proper clothes on.
About ten minutes later, the three of them dematerialized downtown - not to the bars, though: Neither he nor John was interested in escorting a Chosen into Screamer's or the Iron Mask. Instead, they ended up in the theater district, at a dessert place that was open until one a.m. and served liquor along with chocolate thingies draped in whatever topped with blah-blah-blah on a bed of poached uh-huh, yeah. The tables were small, the chairs likewise, and they sat in front of the emergency exit in the back, hunkering down as the waitress continued to blabber about the specials, none of which were appealing.
The beer selection was mercifully short and to the point.
"Two black and tans for us," he said. "And for the lady?"
As he glanced at Layla, she shook her head. "I can't decide."
"Get both of whatever appeals."
"All right... I'll take the creme brulee and the moon pie. And a cappuccino, please."
The waitress smiled as she wrote on her pad. "I love your accent."
Layla inclined her head graciously. "Thank you."
"I can't place it - French and German? Or... Hungarian?"
"Those beers would be great now," Qhuinn said firmly. "We're thirsty."
When the woman went off, he hairy-eyeballed the other diners, getting markers on their faces and scents, listening to the talk, wondering whether there was an attack coming. Across the way, John was doing the same. 'Cuz, yeah, it was so relaxing taking a Chosen out into the world.
"We're not very good company," he said to Layla after a while. "Sorry."
"I'm not either." She smiled at him and then John. "But I am enjoying being out of the house."
The waitress came back with the order, and everyone eased away from the table as glasses and plates and the cup and saucer were arranged.
Qhuinn snagged his tall glass as soon as the coast was clear. "So tell us about him. We can be trusted."
Across the table, John looked like someone had goosed him in the ass, especially as Layla blushed.
"Come on." Qhuinn took a pull off the black and tan. "It's obvious this is about a male, and John won't say a thing."
John looked over at her and signed; then flashed Qhuinn the bird.
"He says, duh, he's a mute," Qhuinn translated. "And if you don't know what that final gesture was, I'm not going to be the one to tell you."
Layla laughed and picked up her fork, cracking the hard top of the creme brulee. "Well, I've been waiting to see him again, actually."
"So that's why you're hanging around?"
"Is it bad of me?"
Or dead one, depending...
Layla drew in a deep, bracing breath, and took two mouthfuls of her first dessert - like the thing was a V&T. "Promise you shan't tell a soul?"
"Cross heart, hope to die, all that shit."
"He's... one of your soldiers."
Qhuinn lowered his glass to the table. "I'm sorry?"
She lifted her cup and sipped from the rim. "Remember when that fighter came into the training center back in the autumn - he'd been with you against the lessers? He was injured badly and you were taking care of him?"
As John sat up straight in alarm, Qhuinn swallowed his own case of the fucking-hells and smiled smoothly. "Oh, yeah. We remember him."
Throe. Second lieutenant of the Band of Bastards.
Holy shit, if she thought she was into him, they had a huge problem.
"Annnnnd," he prompted, forcing his voice to stay level. Good thing he'd put the Guinness down - he was stressing enough to crush the glass.
Then again, he supposed shit could be worse. Throe wasn't going to be able to get anywhere near her -
"He called me to him."
Layla started to pick at her moon pie, and good goddamn thing: He and John had both bared their fangs.
Humans, he reminded himself. They were out in public with humans.... Now was not the time for the canine display. But fuck...
"How?" he hissed - only to dial back. "I mean, you don't have a cell phone. How'd he reach you?"
"He summoned me." As she waved her hand like that was no big deal, he told his inner caveman to pipe down, sonny. There would be time to sort the hows out later. "I went and there was another soldier - injured badly. Oh, God, he was beaten so badly."
Tendrils of pure panic feathered across the back of his neck and pegged him in the chest, jacking his heart rate up. No... oh, shit... no -
"I don't understand why males are so pigheaded. I told them to bring him into the clinic, but they said he just needed to feed. He was having trouble breathing, and..." Layla fixated on the moon pie as if it were a screen, as if she were remembering every single thing that had happened. "I fed him. I wanted to care for him further, but the other soldier seemed in a hurry to take him away. He was... powerful, so powerful, even though he was hurt. And as he looked at me - I felt as though he was touching me. It was like nothing I've ever known before."
Qhuinn shot a stare over to John without moving his head. "What did he look like?"
Maybe it had been one of the others. Maybe it hadn't been -
"It was hard to tell. His face had been wounded so badly - those lessers are vicious." She reached up to her mouth. "His eyes were blue and his hair dark... his upper lip was twisted - "
As she kept talking, Qhuinn's hearing took a little TO.
Reaching over, he put his hand on her arm, stopping her. "Baby girl, hold up. That first soldier called you out to where?"
"It was a meadow. A field in the farmland."
As the final pint of blood drained out of his head, John started to mouth various curse words, and damn right with all that. The idea that Layla had been out in the night, alone and undefended, with not just Throe, but the heart of the beast?
Plus... holy hell, she had fed the enemy.
"What's wrong?" he heard her ask. "Qhuinn...? John...? Whatever is the matter?"