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

Man, Tohr was cool like that.

As it was late, late at night, the Northway didnтАЩt have any cars, just a semi or two, the wired drivers of which were going like bats out of hell. The tow truck didnтАЩt stay on the four-laner for long. About eight miles later, they got off at an exit well north of downtown Caldwell, in a suburban area that was known for mansions, not ranches, Mercedes, not Mazdas.

тАЬWhat the hell are they doing out here?тАЭ Blay asked.

тАЬResearching those reports.тАЭ

тАЬAbout lessers?тАЭ

тАЬYeah.тАЭ

Blay shook his head as they went by stone walls as tall and thick as linebackers, and gates of fine, wrought-iron filigree which were closed to outsiders.

Abruptly, he took a deep breath and relaxed. The aristocrats who were moving back into town were spooked and seeing evidence of lesser activity in everything around themтАФwhich did not mean that slayers were in fact jumping out from behind garden statuary or hiding in their basements.

This was not a mortal event. It was a mechanical one.

Blay rubbed his face and slapped the shit out of his inner panic button.

At least until they came out on the other side of the zip code and found the accident.

As they rounded a bend in the road, there were a pair of taillights glowing red at the sideтАФfar off the shoulder, and upside down.

The fuck this was just a mechanical problem.

Blay jumped out before Tohr even started to pull over, dematerializing directly to the Hummer.

тАЬOh, Christ, no,тАЭ he moaned as he saw two sunburst patterns in the front windshieldтАФthe kind of thing that could only be made by a pair of heads slamming into the glass.

Tripping through the snow, he went for the driverтАЩs-side door, the sweet sting of gas knifing into his nose, the smoke from the engine making him blinkтАФ

A high-pitched whistle cut through the night from over on the left. Whipping around, Blay searched the snow-covered landscapeтАжand found two hulking shapes about twenty feet away, clustered at the base of a tree nearly the size of the one the Hummer had gotten hung up on.

Scrambling through the drifts, Blay rushed over and landed on his knees. Qhuinn was sprawled on the ground, his long, heavy legs stretched out, his upper body in JohnтАЩs lap.

The male just stared at him with those mismatched eyes, unmoving, unspeaking.

тАЬIs he paralyzed?тАЭ Blay demanded, looking over at John.

тАЬNot that IтАЩm aware of,тАЭ Qhuinn replied dryly.

I think heтАЩs got a concussion, John signed.

тАЬI do notтАФтАЭ

He went flying off the hood of his car and hit this treeтАФ

тАЬI mostly missed the treeтАФтАЭ