Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last

to the nurse, who dimmed the lights and came around to put her hand on Layla’s shoulder.
    “Will you lie back?” Havers said. “And move down so that you’re at the end of the table. You’re going to put your feet here after you remove your undergarments.”
    As he indicated both of the footrests, Layla’s eyes peeled wide. She’d had no idea that the examination was going to be—
    “Have you never had an internal exam before?” Havers said with hesitation. As she began to shake her head, he nodded. “Well, that’s not uncommon, especially if this was your first needing.”
    “But I can’t take off—” She stopped. “I’m bleeding.”
    “We’ll take care of that.” The physician seemed utterly sure. “Shall we get started?”
    Layla closed her eyes and leaned back so she was lying flat, the thin paper that covered the padded surface crinkling under her weight.With a lift of the hips and a quick shuffle, she did away with what covered her.
    “I’ll take care of that for you,” the nurse said quietly.
    Layla’s knees locked together as she patted around with her feet for those forsaken stirrups.
    “That’s it.” That rolling stool squeaked as the doctor closed in. “But move down farther.”
    For a split second, she thought,
I can’t do this
.
    Curling her arms around her lower belly, she squeezed them in, as if she could somehow hold the baby inside of her at the same time she kept herself from flying apart. But there was nothing she could do, no conversations she could have with her body to calm it down and keep what had implanted, no loving pep talk she could impart to her young so it would keep trying to survive, no strain of words to calm her total panic.
    For a split second, she longed for the cloistered life she had once found so stifling. Up in the Scribe Virgin’s Sanctuary, the placid nature of her existence had been something she had taken for granted. Indeed, ever since she had come down to earth and tried to find purpose here, she had been rocked by trauma after trauma.
    It made her respect the males and females whom she had been told were beneath her.
    Down here, everyone seemed to be at the mercy of forces outside of their control.
    “Are you ready?” the doctor asked.
    As tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes, she focused on the ceiling above her, and gripped the edge of the table. “Yes. Do it now.”

TWENTY
    H oly shit, Qhuinn was completely out of control.
    Almost no visibility. Plane wobbling back and forth like it had the DTs. Engine cutting in and out.
    And he couldn’t even check on Z. Too much wind to yell over, and he wasn’t taking his eyes off wherever they were headed—or more like wherever they were going to crash-land—even though he couldn’t see a damn thing—
    What in a million years had made him think this was a good idea?
    The one thing that appeared to be working was the compass, so at least he could orientate himself to where home base was: The Brotherhood compound was due north and a little east, on the top of a mountain surrounded by the invisible, defensive boundary of V’s
mhis
. So directionally, he was right on, assuming that N-S-E-W dial was in fact more operational than, oh, say, everything else in the tin-can shit box.
    As he looked to his right, the unrelenting wind coming through the half-shattered windshield slammed into his ear canal. Out the side window, he could see…a whole lot of dark. Which he took to mean they had passed through the suburbs and were out over the farmland.Maybe they’d already hit the rolling hills that eventually turned into the mountain—
    A sound like a car backfiring got his attention in a bad way—but what was worse?
    The sudden silence that followed.
    No engine clatter. Just the wind whistling into the cockpit.
    Okay, now they were really in trouble.
    For a split second, he thought about dematerializing out. He was strong enough, aware enough—but he wasn’t leaving Z—
    A strong hand landed on his shoulder, scaring the balls off him.
    Z had dragged himself forward, and going by the expression on his face, he was having trouble staying on his feet—and not just because of the bucking and weaving.
    The Brother spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the din. “Time for you to go.”
    “Fuck that,” Qhuinn hollered back. Reaching forward, he went to try the ignition. Couldn’t hurt, right?
    “Don’t make me throw you out.”
    “Try it.”
    “Qhuinn—”
    The engine kicked back