Leaping high into the air, he landed on the lesser, rolled it over, and trapped its hands over its head in one of his palms. The stench was rancid milk and fetid sweat, and that sweet smell triggered his kill reflex.
The rage he had been unable to contain since Layla had left came out once more. Holstering his dagger, he curled up a fist with his dominant hand and drove it into the pale face of the lesser over and over and over again, until the features all but liquefied under the beating, bones crushing in, jaw hinging free. With each inhale he drew his arm up; with every exhale he slammed his fist down, his steady pace of respiration driving the impacts.
Zypher had better work fast.
He needed to fuck his way out of this mood as well.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Layla’s hands trembled as she held her phone in both palms. She had already read what had been sent to her, and not just once. In fact, she had been reading the words ever since she had been awoken at dusk to the sound of her cell vibrating on her bedside table.
Do not come to see me again. I shall not be ever at the cottage nor the farmhouse again nor consent to be in your presence. I am uninterested in anything you have to offer.
Xcor must have dictated it into his iPhone. He had never sent her anything via text before, and she had always suspected that he could not read or write.
Of all the ways she had seen their relationship ending for them, of all the ways she could have imagined them parting, it was not like this. Not because she had ended up getting him naked and trying to force him to feed from her.
“…hello?”
She jumped, the phone flying out of her hands and landing on the short-napped carpet. As Qhuinn stepped over to pick the thing up, she panicked and scrambled off the bed to get there first. Or tried to scramble.
With her belly, she couldn’t get far very fast and she caught her breath as his lean hand scooped up the cell phone.
“Are you okay?” he said. “You look pale.”
Don’t look at it. Don’t look at the screen—
“Oh, my God, are you crying?”
“No.” She held out her hand. “I’m not.”
Give me the phone, give me—
Qhuinn came over to her and tilted her face up. “What’s going on?”
As his thumb brushed across her cheek, he put the goddamn fucking cell phone back where it had been, on the bedside. Face down.
“I knocked and no one answered,” he said. “I got worried.”
With a shudder, she closed her eyes, her raw nerves still vibrating at the near-miss. “Just reading a sad story online. Guess I’m more emotional than I thought.”
He sat down next to her. “Lot of shit going on the last few days—”
Before she knew it, she burst into tears and leaned into his big chest.
Circling her with his heavy arms, he held her gently and let her cry it all out—and the fact that he mistakenly assumed the tears were only because she was pregnant and having twins and overly hormonal made her cry even harder.
She cried for the months and months of lying and deception; she cried for all the trips to that meadow; for her sneaking in and out of the house; for using the car Qhuinn had bought her to do it.
And most of all, worst of all, she cried for a sense of loss so powerful it was as if someone had died before her and there had been naught she could do to save them.
Images of Xcor bombarded her, from his attempts to make himself comely and see to it that he had been always clean even fresh from fighting … to the way he looked in that shower, silhouetted as his body climaxed behind the curtain … to the defeat that had hung his head as he had stared into the fire like some vital part of him had been exposed and was bleeding him, weakening him, changing him.
She tried to tell herself it was for the best. No more double life. No more falsity. No more hiding her phone or worrying about whether her whereabouts were discovered.
No more Xcor—
“I’ll call Doc Jane,” Qhuinn said urgently as he went for the house phone.
“What? No, I’m—”
“How bad are your chest pains?”
“What?” she said through the sniffles. “What are you—”
He pointed to her sternum. Looking down, she found that she had grabbed onto the front of her flannel nightgown, the soft fabric bunching up under her tight fist.
It was the origin of the tears, she thought.
They were coming from her heart.
“Honestly,” she whispered. “I’m all right. I just had to get it out—I’m so sorry.”
Qhuinn’s hand hovered over the receiver. And even when he finally retracted his arm, she was very clear that he was not convinced.
“I think I need to eat something,” she said.
It was the farthest thing from the truth, but he immediately went into order mode, calling Fritz instead of the medical types, asking for all kinds of food.
His worry about her well-being and his attentiveness only made her cry all over again.
Dearest Virgin Scribe … she was in mourning, wasn’t she.
FORTY-SIX
“Okay, so we get in this.”
Selena grabbed onto the hand that Trez offered her and stepped over the lip of the first capsule in a lineup of six. The little pod-like constructions were set upon a pair of tracks, and had two seats side by side with a bar that was raised over the shallow hood. After Trez joined her, a uniformed operator gave them a nod from a control panel at the far end of the platform.
“It goes that way?” she asked, pointing ahead to a mountain rise. “We go up that?”
Trez had to clear his throat. Twice. “Ah, yeah. We do.”
“Oh, my God, that’s so high!”
“I, ah, yeah. It is.”
She turned to him as the bar came down over the top of their legs. “Trez, seriously, you’re going to hate this—”
There was a jerk and then they were moving forward on the track, a little chk-chk-chk created as the wheels began to turn with increasing speed.
“You, however, are going to love it,” he said, kissing her. “You may want to hold on.”
As they began an ascent that was nearly vertical, her back pressed into the padded seat and her hands gripped the cold metal bar. For a moment, she wished she’d taken the gloves that had been offered back at the house, but then she forgot all about the discomfort.
Higher, higher, higher … impossibly high.
Craning over the side, she grinned. “Oh, my God, we’re so high up!”
And they were only halfway to the top.
The chk-chk-chk became very loud, and the jerking got stronger, until she felt as if someone were pushing at her shoulders. The breeze grew cooler and more brisk, too, her hair whipping off to the side, her parka challenged to keep the warmth of her torso intact.
“The view is incredible,” she breathed.
It wasn’t as high as they’d been the night before, but with no buffer between her and the expanse below, no panes of glass to insulate her from the drop, nothing but the track ahead and the ever-increasing distance to the ground, she felt as if she were soaring.
And the park’s lights were magnificent. Multi-colored and flashing, they were everywhere she looked down below, marking the contours of the various rides, reflecting off the mirrors and the red and yellow and blue tops of the concession stands.
“It’s as if the sky has been inverted and the stars are down here!”
“Yeah. Oh, uh-huh … yeah. I guess we’re at the top … oh, yeah, wow. Uh-huh.”
Abruptly, they leveled off and everything got quiet except for the wind that muffled in her ears, the ride becoming smooth and gentle as they rounded an easy corner.
A quick glance at her male, and she saw that, despite his dark skin, he was pale as a ghost.
She let go with one of her hands and covered his. “Trez, how about we stay on the ground after this, okay?”
“Oh, no, it’s fine—I’m tight, I’m good.”
Uh-huh. Right. His jaw was set so hard she worried about his back teeth, and his neck was rigid above the collar of his black leather jacket. Matter of fact, the only thing that was moving on his entire body was his right knee. It was bouncing up and down, up and down, upanddown, upanddownandupanddown—
“Here we go,” he muttered. Like he was bracing himself for a body punch.
She whipped her head forward just in time to see absolutely nothing in front of them. It was only open air, as if the track had fallen away.
“Where does it—”
Whooooooooooosh!
All at once they were at breakneck speed, weightless and flying, pitching headlong down, down, down.
Selena laughed like she was crazy, releasing her hold and throwing her arms up. “Yesssssssssssss!”
So fast, the air ripping at her hair, slapping her in the face, pinning her against the seat; then it was hard right, hard left, zoom-zoom-zoom, up another giant rise when the chk-chk-chk came back and then …
“Oh, my God!” Trez hollered.
Up and around, so that the world tilted and went upside down before righting itself again. And another looping over and done, and then one that veered them off to the side.
It was like the ride home, only even more vivid and reckless and wonderful.
“I could do this forever!” she screamed as another sequence approached. “Forever!”