her asleep, he would let her stay that way.
It was a relief to see her brows twitch as her name registered to her brain, even under the veil of sleep.
He had the sense that if he were to say it again, she would wake.
Seemed cruel to force consciousness on her. What did she have to greet her when she woke up? The pain she'd been feeling? The sense of loss?
Fuck that.
Qhuinn quietly ducked out, shut the door and just stood there. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Wrath had told him to stay home, even if John Matthew went out - he guessed it was a kind of compassionate leave from the ahstrux nohtrum thing. And he did appreciate it. There was so little he could do to help Layla - at least he could stick around in case she needed anything. Soft drink. Aspirin. Shoulder to cry on.
You did this to her.
Going by the chiming that floated out from that godforsaken sitting room, he figured he'd missed First Meal. Nine p.m. Yup, he'd slept through it, and just as well. If he'd had to sit at the table and spend forty-five minutes in the company of nearly two dozen people who were trying not to stare at him, he'd lose his fucking mind.
The sound of someone walking down below in the foyer brought his head up.
Without any particular thought or plan, he wandered over to the balustrade and looked down.
Payne, V's ass-kicking sister, was coming out of the dining room.
He didn't know the female all that well, but he respected the shit out of her. Impossible not to, given the way she handled herself in the field...tough, really tough. At the moment, however, Dr. Manello's shellan looked like she'd been beaten up in a bar fight: She was walking slowly, her feet shuffling across the mosaic floor, her body stooped, her grip on her mate's arm all that appeared to be keeping her upright.
Had she been injured in some hand to hand?
No scent of blood.
Dr. Manello said something to her that didn't carry, but then the guy nodded in the direction of the billiards room - like he was asking her if she wanted to go in there.
They headed that way at a snail's pace.
Given that he didn't appreciate people staring, Qhuinn backed off from the railing and waited until the coast was clear. Then he jogged down the grand staircase.
Food. Workout. Recheck on Layla.
That was going to be his night.
Heading for the kitchen, he found himself wondering where Blay was. What he was doing. Whether he was out fighting or in for the evening and...
Given that he didn't know where Saxton was, he stopped that line of inquiry right there.
If Qhuinn had been off rotation, and able to spend some P-time with the guy, he knew what he'd be doing.
And Saxton, his cocksucking cousin, was no fool.
Chapter Forty-five
Assail's lack of feeding finally caught up with him about five hours after night fell. He was putting on his shirt, a pale blue button-down with French cuffs, when his hands started to shake so badly, there was no fastening the damn thing closed over his chest. And then the exhaustion hit, so overwhelming that he swayed on his feet.
Cursing under his breath, he went over to his bureau. On the polished mahogany top, his vial and spoon were waiting, and he took care of business in two quick inhales, one for each nostril.
Nasty habit - and one he fell back into only when he really needed it.
At least the blow took care of the tiredness. But he was going to have to find a female. Soon. Indeed, it was a miracle he'd lasted this long: The last time he'd taken a vein had been months ago, and the experience had been less than enthralling, a fast-and-dirty with a female of the species well versed in providing sustenance to needful males. For a price.
What a nuisance.
After arming himself and retrieving a black cashmere overcoat, he headed down the stairs and unlocked the steel sliding door. As he opened the way into the first floor, he was greeted by the sounds of guns being checked.
In the kitchen, the twins were running several forties through their paces.
"Have you made the call?" Assail asked Ehric.
"As you said."
"And?"
"He's going to be there and he's coming alone. Do you need weapons?"
"Have them." He picked up the keys to the Range Rover from a silver dish on the counter. "We're taking my vehicle. In