"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

тАЬThe little shit is everywhere.тАЭ To prove the point, he motioned to a greeting card display featuring Short, Cocky, and Fifteen-Minutes-Are-Up. тАЬI swear, that kid is proof the Antichrist is coming.тАЭ

Maybe itтАЩs already here.

тАЬWould explain Miley Cyrus.тАЭ

Good point.

As John went back to contemplating his finger food of choice, Qhuinn double-checked the store. Four a.m. and the CVS was fully stocked and completely emptyтАФexcept for the two of them and the guy up at the front counter, who was reading a National Enquirer and eating a Snickers bar.

No lessers. No Band of Bastards.

Nothing to shoot.

Unless that Bieber display counted.

What are you going to have? John signed.

Qhuinn shrugged and kept looking around. As JohnтАЩs ahstrux nohtrum, he was responsible for making sure the guy came back to the BrotherhoodтАЩs mansion every night in one piece, and after well over a year, so far, so goodтАж.

God, he missed Blay.

Shaking his head, he randomly reached forward. When his arm came back at him, heтАЩd snagged some sour cream and onion.

Looking at the LayтАЩs logo, and the close-up of a single chip, all he could think of was the way he and John and Blay used to hang out at BlayтАЩs parentsтАЩ house, playing Xbox, drinking beers, dreaming of bigger and better posttrans lives.

Unfortunately, bigger and better had turned out to be only the size and strength of their bodies. Although maybe that was just his POV. John was, after all, happily mated. And Blay was withтАж

Shit, he couldnтАЩt even say his cousinтАЩs name in his head.

тАЬYou good, J-man?тАЭ he asked roughly.

John Matthew snagged a Doritos old-school original and nodded. LetтАЩs get drinks.

As they headed deeper into the store, Qhuinn wished they were downtown, fighting in the alleys, going up against either of their two enemies. Too much downtime on these suburban details, and that meant too much dwelling onтАФ

He cut himself off again.

Whatever. Besides, he hated having any contact with the glymeraтАФand that shit was mutual. Unfortunately, members of the aristocracy were gradually moving back to Caldwell, and that meant Wrath had gotten inundated with calls about so-called slayer sightings.

Like the OmegaтАЩs undead didnтАЩt have better things to do than stalk around barren fruit trees and frozen swimming pools.

Still, the king wasnтАЩt in a position to tell the dandies to go F themselves. Not since Xcor and his Band of Bastards had put a bullet in that royal throat.

Traitors. Fuckers. With any luck, Vishous was going to prove without a shadow of a doubt where that rifle shot had come from, and then the bunch of them could gut those soldiers, put their heads on stakes, and light the corpses on fire.

As well as find out exactly who on the Council was colluding with the new enemy.

Yup, user-friendly was the name of the game nowтАФso one night a week, each of the teams ended up here in the neighborhood heтАЩd grown up in, knocking on doors and looking under beds.