just as people started to pool in the doorway.
Great. An audience.
Phury shoved his face into Qhuinn's and bared his fangs. "You did what to her?"
Qhuinn swallowed a mouthful of blood. "She went into her needing. I serviced her."
"You don't deserve her - "
"I know."
Phury slammed him again. "She's better than this - "
"I agree - "
Bang! Again with the wall. "Then why the fuck did you - "
The growl that permeated the room was loud enough to rattle the mirror on the wall next to Qhuinn's head - as well as the silver brush set on the bureau and the crystals on the sconces by the door. At first he was sure it was Phury...except then the Brother's brows came down hard and the male looked over his shoulder.
Layla was out of bed and closing in on the pair of them - and holy fucking shit, the look in her eyes was enough to melt paint off a car door: In spite of the fact that she was not well, her fangs were bared, and her fingers were curled into claws...and the icy draft that preceded her made the back of Qhuinn's neck prickle in warning.
That growl was nothing that should have come out of a male...much less a delicate female of Chosen status.
And if anything, her nasty tone of voice was worse: "Let. Him. Go."
She was looking up at Phury as if she were fully prepared to rip the Brother's arms out of their sockets and beat him with the stumps if he didn't do exactly what she said. Pronto.
And hey, what do you know - suddenly Qhuinn could breathe right, and now his Nikes were back on the floor. Just like magic.
Phury put his palms out in front of him. "Layla, I - "
"You do not touch him. Not about this - are we clear with each other?" Her weight was on the balls of her feet, as if she could lunge for the guy's throat at any second. "He was the father of my young, and he will be accorded all the rights and privileges of that station."
"Layla - "
"Do we understand each other?"
Phury nodded his multicolored head. "Yes. But - "
In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown."
That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling.
Dead silence.
Until Doc Jane said dryly, "Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male."
"Word," someone muttered from out in the hall.
Phury threw his hands up in frustration. "I just want what's best for you, and not only as a concerned friend - this is my fucking job. You go through your needing without telling anyone, lay with him" - like Qhuinn was dog shit - "and then not tell anyone you're in medical trouble. And I'm supposed to be happy about this? What the fuck?"
There was some kind of conversation between the pair of them at that point, but Qhuinn didn't hear it: All of his consciousness had retreated deep into his brain. Man, the Brother's happy little commentary shouldn't have hurt like a bitch - it wasn't like he hadn't heard that stuff before, or hell, even thought it about himself. But for some reason, the words triggered a fault line that rumbled right down into the core of him.
Reminding himself that it was hardly a tragedy to have the obvious pointed out, he pulled free of the shame spiral and glanced around. Yup, everyone had shown up at the open door - and once again, things he would have preferred remain private were happening in front of a cast of thousands.
At least Layla didn't care. Hell, she didn't even seem to notice.
And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early - and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.
"I hereby renounce my Chosen status, and all the rights and privileges thereto. I am Layla, fallen from this heartbeat onward - "
Phury tried to cut her off. "Listen, you don't have to do this - "
"...and