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“Thank you, God,” Blay said in a strangled voice.
Qhui
“Let’s get him into the car,” Blay barked. “He needs to go to the clinic.”
Qhui
Except, hell, no… they couldn’t take him there. That Honor Guard wasn’t finished with him… Shit, his own brother…
“No… clinic,” Qhui
Fuck that, John signed.
“No. Clinic.” He might not have much to live for, but that didn’t mean he was in a big hurry to eat a Death Whopper with fries.
Blay leaned down, getting eyeball to eyeball with him. “You were in a hit-and-run with a fucking car-”
“Not… car.”
Blay got silent. “What was it?” Qhui
“Not… Lash’s…”
“Yours?”
Qhui
“They aren’t supposed to kill you…”
“Duh.”
Blay looked at John. “We can’t take him to Havers’s.”
Doc Jane, John signed. Then we need Doc Jane.
As John took out his phone, Qhui
Qhui
A minute and a half later there was a beep a
“What is it?” John must have signed something, because Blay breathed out, “Oh… my… God. But she’s coming, right? Good. My house? Right. Okay. Let’s move him.”
Two sets of hands lifted him up off the road shoulder, and he grunted from the agony… which he supposed was good, because it meant that the whole back-from-the-dead thing was probably for real. After he was settled in the backseat of Blay’s car and his buddies were in with him, he felt the subtle vibrations of the BMW accelerating.
When he opened his eyes again, it was to meet John’s stare. The guy was in the front seat, but he was cranked all the way around so he could keep a look-see on Qhui
The guy’s stare was worried and wary. Like he was not sure Qhui
Qhui
John’s eyes shot to the left and he stared out one of the windows.
Headlights from a car behind them splashed against the guy’s face, pulling it free of the darkness. Doubt was written clear as day in those proud, handsome features.
Qhui
What a horrible night this was.
Chapter Twenty-one
"OH. My. God. That dress is a train wreck.”
Cormia laughed and looked up at Bella and Zsadist’s television. Project Runway was a fascinating “show,” as it turned out. “What is that hanging down off the back?”
Bella shook her head. “Bad taste made manifest by satin. I think it started as a bow, though.”
The two of them were stretched out on the mated couple ’s bed, leaning back against the headboard. The house-hold ’s black cat was between them, enjoying the fruits of some two-handed petting, and Boo didn’t seem to like the gown any more than Bella did. His green eyes regarded the TV with distaste.
Cormia shifted her hand from the cat’s back to his flank. “The color is kind of nice.”
“That doesn’t make up for the fact that it’s like shrink-wrap for a boat. And has a grappling rope tacked on the butt.”
“I don’t even know what a boat is. Much less shrink-wrap.”
Bella pointed at the flat screen across the room. “You’re looking at it. Just picture something that looks like a floating car under that nightmare and voilà.”
Cormia smiled and thought that her time with the female had been both revelatory and strangely disorienting. She liked Bella. She honestly did. The female was fu
No wonder the Primale adored her. And as much as Cormia had wanted to stake a claim on him around Bella, she found there was no need to exert her First Mate status. The Primale didn’t come up as a topic of conversation, and there were no undertones to bump up against.
What she had perceived as a rival had turned out to be a friend.
Cormia went back to what was on her lap. The floppy booklet was big and thin, with glossy pages and lots of what Bella had told her were ads. Vogue, it said on the front. “Look at all these different kinds of clothes,” she murmured. “How amazing.”
“I’m almost done with Harper’s Bazaar, if you want it-”
The door burst open with such force that Cormia leaped off the bed and sent Vogue flapping into the corner like a startled bird. The Brother Zsadist was in the doorway, fresh from fighting, given the stench of baby powder he carried and all the weapons on him.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
“Well,” Bella said slowly, “you’ve just scared the holy hell out of Cormia and me, Tim Gu
The Brother looked around as if he were expecting to see lessers behind the drapes. “Phury said you weren’t feeling well.”
“I was tired. He helped me up the stairs. Cormia started here as a babysitter, but now I think she’s staying because she’s kind of enjoying herself, aren’t you? Or at least she was, right?”
Cormia nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off the Brother. With his scarred face and his huge body, he’d always made her feel uncomfortable, not because he was ugly in any way, but because he appeared so fierce.
Zsadist looked over at her, and the oddest thing happened. He spoke in a shockingly kind voice and raised his hand as if to calm her.
“Easy, now. I’m sorry I scared you.” His eyes gradually turned yellow and his face softened. “I’m just worried about my shellan. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Cormia felt the tension in her release and found herself understanding better why Bella was with him. With a bow, she said, “Of course, your grace. Of course you are worried for her.”
“Are you okay?” Bella asked, looking at her hellren’s black-stained clothes. “Is everyone in the family okay?”
“The Brothers are all fine.” He went over to his shellan and touched her face with a hand that shook. “I want Doc Jane to have a look at you.”
“If that would make you feel better, by all means, have her come. I don’t think there’s anything wrong, but I want to do whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”
“Is it the spotting again?” Bella didn’t answer. “I’ll go get her-”
“It’s not much, and it’s nothing different from what I’ve had before. Doc Jane would probably be a good idea, except I doubt there’s anything to be done.” Bella turned her lips to his palm and kissed him. “But first, please tell me what happened tonight?”