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

The garden was utterly decimated, half of the ten-foot-high hedge next to the house cut down, all kinds of trees knocked over, bushes mowed through, the remnants of the crash landing scattered around like bomb shrapnel.

Man, there was a lot of debris that looked like aircraft parts.

Oh, check it, a steel panel.

тАЬHold on,тАЭ he said, pulling himself free. Bending down, he picked the sharp-edged fragment out of where it had melted into the snow. He could have sworn the thing was still warm.

тАЬIтАЩm really sorry,тАЭ he said to no one in particular.

The kingтАЩs voice boomed from in front of him. тАЬFor keeping my Brother alive?тАЭ

Qhuinn looked up. Wrath had come out of the library with George on one side of him and his queen on the other. The male looked as big as the mansion behind himтАФand just as strong: Even blind, he seemed like a superhero in those wraparound shades.

тАЬI fucking trashed your yard,тАЭ Qhuinn muttered as he went up to the royal male. тАЬI meanтАжlandscaped it in a bad way.тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩll give Fritz something to do in the spring. You know how much he loves to pull weeds.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs the least of your problems. IтАЩm pretty sure youтАЩre in backhoe territory.тАЭ

Wrath came forward, meeting him halfway across the terrace. тАЬThis is the second time, son.тАЭ

тАЬThat IтАЩve ruined something mechanical in the last twenty-four hours? I know, rightтАФnext thing you know, IтАЩll be blowing up a battleship.тАЭ

Those jet-black brows sank low. тАЬThat is not what IтАЩm talking about.тАЭ

Okay, this had to end right now. He really hated having the attention on him.

Deliberately ignoring the kingтАЩs statement, he said, тАЬWell, the good news, my lord, is that IтАЩm not looking for a three-peat. So I think weтАЩre safe from now on.тАЭ

There was a lot of grumbling in agreement.

тАЬCan I get him to the clinic now?тАЭ Doc Jane cut in.

Wrath smiled, his fangs flashing in the moonlight. тАЬYou do that.тАЭ

Thank GodтАжhe was so done with tonight.

тАЬWhere is Layla?тАЭ the doctor asked as they stepped into the warmth of the library. тАЬI think you need to feed.тАЭ

Fuck.

As the mother hens in black leather behind him started clucking in support of that idea, QhuinnтАЩs eyes rolled back in his head. One crisis tonight was more than enough. The last thing he was interested in was explaining exactly why the Chosen could not be used as a blood source.

тАЬYou look woozy,тАЭ somebody said.

тАЬI think heтАЩs going overтАФтАЭ

Annnnnnd that was the last thing he heard for a while.