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

Keeping his voice low, Assail said, тАЬThis was a courtesy to you. The next time I find anyone on my property, whether you sent them or not, I shall not be even half so polite.тАЭ

With that, he got to his feet and ground the lit cigar out upon the desk.

тАЬI bid you a fond good evening,тАЭ he said, before walking away.





FOURTEEN


Talk about a late start.

As Qhuinn dematerialized away from the mansion, he couldnтАЩt believe that it was ten oтАЩclock at night and they were just getting started. Then again, the Brotherhood had stayed holed up in WrathтАЩs study forever, and when he and John had finally been let in, VтАЩs announcement that the proof against the Band of Bastards was ironclad had led to a good half hour of trash-talking Xcor and his buddies.

Lot of creative uses of the word fuck, as well as some crackerjack suggestions for places to put inanimate objects.

HeтАЩd never thought of doing that with a garden rake, for example. Fun. Fun.

And Blay had missed it all.

Reassuming his form in a woodland area south and west of the compound, Qhuinn steeled himself against making any inferences about what had detained the guyтАФalthough the fact of the matter was, the fighter had gone up to his room and hadnтАЩt come back. And whereas most accidents happened in the home, it was a good guess that he hadnтАЩt had a slip-and-fall.

Unless Saxton had been playing throw rug on the marble in their bathroom.

Feeling like he wanted to slap himself, he surveyed the snow-covered landscape while John, Rhage, and Z appeared next to him. The coordinates for the location had been found in the phones of those car thieves from the night before, the seemingly abandoned property about ten or fifteen miles past where heтАЩd caught up with his stolen Hummer.

тАЬWhat the hell is that?тАЭ

As someone spoke up, he glanced over his shoulder. What-the-hell was right: Looming behind them was a boxy building tall as a church steeple and as unadorned as a recycling bin.

тАЬAirplane hangar,тАЭ Zsadist announced as he started walking in that direction. тАЬHas to be.тАЭ

Qhuinn followed, bringing up the rear in case anyone decided to pull a hi-howтАЩre-yaтАФ

From out of thin air, Blay made his appearance, the male suited up in leather, and as heavily armed as the rest of them. In response, QhuinnтАЩs feet slowed, then stopped in the snow, mostly because he didnтАЩt want to lose his footing and look like an asshole.

God, that was one grim motherfucker, he thought as Blay started walking forward. Was there some trouble in paradise?

Even though there was no eye contact between them, Qhuinn felt compelled to say something. тАЬWhatтАЩsтАжтАЭ

He didnтАЩt finish the тАЬdoingтАЭ part of the sentence. Why bother? The guy stalked past him like he wasnтАЩt there.

тАЬIтАЩm great,тАЭ Qhuinn muttered as he resumed trudging through the ice pack. тАЬDoinтАЩ awesome, thanks for askingтАФoh, you having probs with Saxton? Really? HowтАЩd you like to go out and get a drink and talk about it? Yeah? Perfect. IтАЩll be your after-dinner mintтАФтАЭ

He cut off the fantasy monologue as the breeze shifted and his nose got a whiff of sweet and nasty.