As the temperature increased and the chaos rose eer higher, he straightened his jacket and tugged his cuffs into place.
Dimly, he was aware of Blay watching him. And then the male was speaking. But all Qhuinn could do was keep pacing, around and around, the territorial urge to protect his young a prime directive that demanded all his concentration.What the fuck was Wrath going to do? Surely, the King wasnt going to let Layla—
From out of nowhere, Blay stood in front of him, the male stone-faced and stiff backed. I cant do this.Be in the same room with you for even a minute longer.Qhuinn blinked. Then leave. Im unarmed, remember? And there are fifty million pounds of brother loitering around that goddamn bedroom.
Otherwise, yes, he would still be in there. With his children.You got it, Blay muttered. Im going home to check on my mahmen.
As the syllables hit the tense air between them, it took a minute before Qhuinns salad of a brain deciphered them. Home …? Mahmen …—oh, right. Her ankle.
Blay stayed where he was. And then in a low voice, he said, Do you even care if I come back before dawn?Payne didnt stop. And Qhuinn lost his footing, only Blays strong arms and Mannys extra support keeping his body from the floor.
Longer, Vishous thought. Keep going longer. Bleed the well dry if you have to. . . .And that was exactly what his wonderful sister did. She kept pumping energy from herself into and through Qhuinn, where it was magnified and focused, and thereafter funneled into the young.
She kept going until she passed out cold.Qhuinn wasnt far behind her.