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

тАЬBlay, listen, Layla and IтАФтАЭ

тАЬWhat makes you think I want to hear one word about you and her?тАЭ

тАЬI just thought that you might need someтАжI donтАЩt know, context or something.тАЭ

Blay simply stared at him for a moment. тАЬAnd why exactly do you think IтАЩd want тАШcontext.тАЩтАЭ

тАЬBecauseтАжI thought you might find itтАжlike, upsetting. Or something.тАЭ

тАЬAnd why would that be?тАЭ

Qhuinn couldnтАЩt believe the guy wanted him to say it out loud. Much less in front of someone else, even John. тАЬWell, because of, you know.тАЭ

Blay leaned in, his upper lip peeling back from his fangs. тАЬJust so weтАЩre clear, your cousin is giving me what I need. All day long. Every day. You and me?тАЭ He motioned back and forth between them with the cigarette. тАЬWe work together. ThatтАЩs it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I тАШneedтАЩ to know something. Ask yourself, тАШIf I were flipping burgers at McDonaldтАЩs, would I be telling the fucking fry guy this?тАЩ If the answer is no, then shut the hell up.тАЭ

Qhuinn refocused on the windshield. And considered putting his face through it. тАЬJohn, pull over.тАЭ

The fighter glanced across. Then started shaking his head.

тАЬJohn, pull the fuck over. Or IтАЩll do it for you.тАЭ

Qhuinn was vaguely aware that his chest was pumping up and down and that his hands had become fists.

тАЬPull the fuck over!тАЭ he roared as he punched the dashboard hard enough to send one of the vents flying.

The flatbed shot to the side of the road and the brakes squealed as their velocity slowed. But Qhuinn was already out of there. Dematerializing, he escaped through that crack in the window, along with BlayтАЩs frustrated exhale.

Almost immediately, he re-formed at the side of the road, unable to keep himself in his molecular state because his emotions were running way too high for that. Putting one shitkicker in front of the other, he trudged through the snow, his need to ambulate drowning out everything, including the ringing pain in both sets of knuckles.

In the back of his head, something about the stretch of road registered, but there was too much noise in his skull for specifics to break through.

No idea where he was going.

Man, it was cold.



Sitting in the flatbed, Blay focused on the lit end of his cigarette, the little orange glow going back and forth like a guitar string.

Guess his hand was shaking.

The whistle that went off next to him was JohnтАЩs way of trying to get his attention, but he ignored it. Which got him slapped in the arm.

This is a really bad stretch for him, John signed.

тАЬYouтАЩre kidding me, right?тАЭ Blay muttered. тАЬYouтАЩre absolutely fucking kidding me. HeтАЩs always wanted a conventional mating, and heтАЩs knocked up a ChosenтАФIтАЩd say this is a greatтАФтАЭ

No, here, right here. John pointed out to the asphalt. Here.