Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last

any circumstance.
    The only thought that came to him was going back and killing that female his soldiers had fed from. That cottage had been quaint and lovely….
    But where would his Chosen go during the day?
    And besides, he would never shame her by allowing her to so much as walk upon that rug where all that sex had gone down.
    “Pardon us.”
    Xcor went for the gun inside his jacket as he wheeled around. Except there was no need for force—it was simply a diminutive female with her young. Apparently, they had gotten out of a station wagon parked about ten feet away from him.
    As the young cowered behind its mother, the female’s eyes flared in fear.
    Then again, when a monster was stumbled upon, its presence was not often greeted with joy.
    Xcor bowed deeply, in large measure because the sight of his face surely could not be helping the situation. “But of course.”
    At that, he backed away from them both and then pivoted, returning to the original spot he’d occupied. Indeed, he had not realized how exposed he’d become.
    And he did not want to fight. Not with the Brotherhood. Not with his Chosen as she was. Not…here.
    Closing his eyes, he wished he could go back to that night when Zypher had taken him out to the meadow and Throe, under the guise of saving him, had condemned him to a kind of walking death.
    A bonded male who was not with his mate?
    Dead though animated—
    Without warning, the portal pulled back and his Chosen appeared. Instantly, Xcor’s instincts screamed for action, in spite of all the reasons to leave her be.
    Take her! Now!
    But he did not: The grim expressions of those who shepherded her with such care froze him where he stood—bad news had been imparted during their tenure inside.
    As before, she was all but carried to the vehicle.
    And even still, there was the scent of her blood upon the air.
    His Chosen was resettled in the back of that sedan, with the female at her side. Then Phury, son of Ahgony, and the warrior with the mismatched eyes got into the front. The vehicle was turned about slowly, as if out of concern for the precious cargo in its rear compartment.
    Xcor followed in their wake, materializing apace to the steady speed that was gained first upon the rural road at the end of the lane, and then upon the highway. When the car approached the suspension bridge, he once again spotted it from atop the highest girder, and then after his female passed beneath him, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop as the sedan circumvented downtown.
    He tracked the vehicle north until it exited the highway and entered the farmland area.
    He stayed with her the whole time.
    And that was how he found the location of the Brotherhood.

THIRTY-SEVEN
    A s Blay twisted his family’s signet ring around on his forefinger, his lit cigarette smoldered gently in his other hand, and his ass grew numb…and no one came back in through the vestibule’s doors.
    Sitting on the bottom step of the mansion’s grand staircase, he wasn’t going to fulfill his promise to his mother and head home. Not tonight, at least. After the craziness of the evening before, what with the crash landing and the attendant drama, Wrath had ordered the Brotherhood and the fighters to take twenty-four off. So technically, he should have called the ’rents and told his mom to bust out the mozzarella and the meat sauce.
    But there was no way he was leaving the house. Not after hearing yelling from Layla’s room, and then seeing her all but carried down the grand staircase.
    Naturally, Qhuinn had been with her.
    John Matthew had not.
    So whatever had gone down apparently trumped the
ahstrux nohtrum
thing, and that meant…she had to be losing the young. Only something that serious would get a pass.
    As he continued to bump-on-a-log it, with nothing but worry to keep him company, naturally his mind decided to make things worse: Shit, had he really slept with Qhuinn last night?
    Taking a hard drag off his Dunhill, he exhaled a curse.
    Had it really happened?
    God, that question had been banging around his skull from the moment he’d woken up out of a hot-as-hell dream, with an erection that seemed to think the other male was sleeping next to him.
    Replaying the scenes, for the hundredth time, all he could think was…talk about a plan misfiring. After he’d turned Qhuinn down when the guy had been on his knees, he’d gone back to his room and paced around, a debate he wasn’t interested in having with himself turning his