rage tremble along every nerve ending in her body. "Whose heart beats within this chest?" She pounded on herself. "Whose breath is drawn here!"
Havers shook his head. "I will speak with the Primale, and only him - "
"You cannot be serious! I alone live within this flesh. No one else does - "
The physician's face tightened in distaste. "As I said, you are but a vessel for the divine mystery in your womb - the very Primale is within your flesh. That is more important - and accordingly, I will hold you here until - "
"Against my will? I don't think so."
"You will stay here until the Primale comes to fetch you. I shall not be responsible for setting you loose upon the world."
The two of them glared at each other.
With a curse, Layla threw off the draping. "Well, that's a great plan as far as you're concerned. But I'm getting naked right now - and I will be walking out like that if I must. Stay and watch if you like - or you could try to touch me, but I believe that would be considered another violation of some sort or another for you, wouldn't it."
The physician left so quickly, he stumbled out into the hall.
Layla didn't waste a second, yanking on her clothes and rushing into the corridor. Although it was unlikely that there was only the one way in and out through the reception area - there had to be escape routes, in case of an attack - unfortunately, she had no clue about the layout of the facility.
So her only choice was to head up front. And she had to do it on foot - she was too pissed off to dematerialize.
Falling into a jog, Layla went in the direction she'd come from - and almost immediately, as if they had been instructed to do so, female nursing staff jumped in her way, choking the hall, making it impossible for her to pass.
"If anyone shall touch my person," she hollered in the Old Language, "I shall regard it as a violation of my sacred sanctity."
All of them froze.
Meeting each one in the eye, she came forward and forced them to part, a path forming among the still figures and then closing shut behind her. Out in the waiting area, she stopped in front of the reception desk and stared hard at the female who was sitting up in alarm.
"You have two choices." Layla nodded to the reinforced exit door. "Either you voluntarily open that for me, or I blow it apart with my will - exposing yourselves and your patients to the onslaught of sunlight that is coming in" - she checked the big-faced clock on the wall - "less than seven hours. I'm not sure you can fix that kind of damage in time - are you?"
The click of the lock being sprung sounded loudly in the resonant silence.
"Thank you," she murmured politely as she headed out. "Your acquiescence is much appreciated."
After all, far be it from her to forget her manners.
Sitting behind his desk, with his leather-clad ass cozied in the throne his father had had made centuries and centuries ago, Wrath, son of Wrath, was running his forefinger up and down the smooth silver blade of a dagger-shaped envelope opener. Beside him on the floor, a faint snoring rose from George's muzzle.
The dog slept only during rare moments of downtime.
If someone knocked or entered, or if Wrath himself moved in any way, that big head rose, and that heavy collar jingled. The instanta-lert also came if somebody walked by in the hall, or ran a vacuum cleaner anywhere, or opened the vestibule door down in the foyer. Or set a meal out. Or sneezed in the library.
After the head raise, there was a sliding scale of response from nothing (dining room activity, vacuum, sneeze) to a chuff (downstairs door opening, walk-by) to an at-attention sit-up (knock, entry). The dog never was aggressive, but rather served as a motion detector, leaving the decision about what to do to his owner.
Such a gentleman the guide dog was.
And yet, although a tame nature was as much a part of the animal as his soft, long fur and his big, rangy body, Wrath had seen glimmers from time to time of the beast inside the lovely disposition: When you were around a bunch of highly aggressive, heavy-nutted fighters like the Brotherhood, heads got hot from time to time - even toward the king. And the shit