It was as if her soul had been flushed out of her body, everything that had animated her and connected her to the world gone as if it had never been.
Qhuinn showed no reaction at all. He didn't blink. Didn't alter his stance or his dagger hand.
"Is there anything that can be done medically?" Doc Jane asked.
Havers went to shake his head, but froze as the sharp point of the knife cut into the skin of his neck. As blood leaked out and ran into the starched collar of his formal shirt, the red matched his bow tie.
"Nothing of which I am aware," the physician said roughly. "Not on the earth, at any rate."
"Tell her it's not her fault," Qhuinn demanded. "Tell her she did nothing wrong."
Layla closed her eyes. "Assuming that's true - "
"In humans that's usually the case, provided there's no trauma," Doc Jane interjected.
"Tell her," Qhuinn snapped, his arm starting to vibrate ever so slightly, as if he were a heartbeat away from dispatching his own violence.
"'Tis true," Havers croaked.
Layla looked at the doctor, searching out the stare behind the ruined glasses. "Nothing?"
Havers spoke quickly. "The incidence of spontaneous miscarriage is presented in approximately one in three pregnancies. I believe, as with humans, it is caused by a self-regulation system that ensures defects of various kinds are not carried to term."
"But I am definitely pregnant," she said in a hollow tone.
"Yes. Your blood tests proved that."
"Is there any risk to her health," Qhuinn asked, "as this continues?"
"Are you her whard?" Havers blurted.
Phury interjected. "He's the father of her child. So you treat him with the same respect you would me."
That had the physician's eyes bulging, those brows surfacing above the busted tortoiseshell frames. And it was funny; that was when Qhuinn showed a modicum of reaction - just a flicker in his face before the fierce features resettled into aggression.
"Answer me," Qhuinn snapped. "Is she in any danger?"
"I-I - " Havers swallowed hard. "There are no guarantees in medicine. Generally speaking, I would say no - she is healthy on all other accounts, and the miscarriage appears to be following the generic course. Further..."
As the doctor continued to speak, his educated, refined tone so much more uneven than it had been the night before, Layla checked out.
Everything receded, her hearing disappearing, along with any sense of the temperature in the room, the bed beneath her, the other bodies standing around. The only thing she saw was Qhuinn's mismatched eyes.
Her sole thought as he held that knife against the other male's throat?
Even though they were not in love, he was exactly what she would have wanted as a father for her young. Ever since she had made the decision to participate in the real world, she had learned how rough life was, how others could conspire against you - and how sometimes principled force was all that got you through the night.
Qhuinn had the latter in spades.
He was a great, fearsome protector, and that was precisely what a female needed when she was pregnant, nursing, or caring for a young.
That and his innate kindness made him noble to her.
No matter the color of his eyes.
Nearly fifty miles to the south from where Havers was piss-pants terrified in his own clinic, Assail was behind the wheel of his Range Rover, and shaking his head in disbelief.
Things just kept getting more interesting with this woman.
Thanks to GPS, he had tracked her Audi from afar as she had decisively passed out of her neighborhood and gotten on the Northway. At each suburban exit, he expected her to get off, but as they'd left Caldwell well in the dust, he'd begun to think she might be heading all the way down into Manhattan.
Not so.
West Point, home of the venerable human military school, was about halfway between New York City and Caldwell, and as she exited the highway at that point, he was relieved. A lot happened down in the land of zip codes that started with 100, and he didn't want to get too far from home base for two reasons: One, he still hadn't heard from the twins about whether those minor-league dealers had showed up, and two, dawn was coming at some point, and he didn't like the idea of abandoning his heavily modified and reinforced Range Rover at the side of the road somewhere because he needed to dematerialize back to safety.
Once off the highway, the woman proceeded at precisely forty-five miles an hour through the township's preamble of