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by J. R. Ward

Chapter Thirty-nine

  Way across town, in a very nice, very secluded house, John finished his first beer. And then his second. And his third. He was surprised his stomach could handle them, but they went down smooth and stayed that way.

  Blaylock and Qhuinn were on the floor in front of the bed, locked in on a plasma-screen TV playing sKillerz, that kick-ass game that was everywhere. By some freak of nature, John had beaten them both, so they were battling for second place.

  As John lounged back on Blaylock's comforter, he tipped the Corona bottle to his mouth, realized it was empty, and looked at the clock. Fritz would be picking him up in about twenty minutes and that might be a problem. He was buzzing. Hard.

  It was really nice.

  Blaylock laughed and keeled over onto the floor. "I can't believe you beat me, you bastard. "

  Qhuinn picked up his beer and gave Blay a little knock in the leg with the thing. "Sorry, big guy. But you suck. "

  John propped his head up on his hand, relishing the feel of being all pleasantly out of it and mellow. He'd been so pissed off for so long, he hadn't been able to remember what relaxed felt like.

  Blay glanced over at him with a grin. "Of course, strong/silent up there is the real ass-kicker. I hate you, you know that?"

  John smiled and flipped the guy off. As the two on the floor laughed, a BlackBerry sounded.

  Qhuinn answered it. Did a lot of Uh-huh. Hung up. "Shit. . . Lash ain't coming back for a while. Seems like you"¡ªthe guy looked at John¡ª"scared the shit out of him. "

  "Man, that kid always was an asshole," Blay said.

  "Straight up. "

  They were quiet for a while, just listening to Too Short's "Nasty. " Then Qhuinn got this intense look on his face.

  His eyes, one blue, one green, narrowed. "Yo, Blay. . . so what was it like?"

  Blay's stare shot quickly to the ceiling. "Losing at sKillerz to you? A real buzz kill, thank you very much. "

  "You know that's not what I'm talking about. "

  With a curse, Blay reached over to a little refrigerator, took out another beer, and cracked it open. The guy had had seven and seemed sober as ever. Of course, he'd also eaten four McDonald's Big Macs, two things of large fries, a chocolate milk shake, and two cherry pies. Plus a bag of Ruffles.

  "Blay? Come on. . . what happened?"

  Blaylock took a slug from the bottle and swallowed hard. "Nothing. "

  "Fuck. You. "

  "Okay, fine. " Blay took another draw. "I. . . ah, I wanted to die, okay. Was convinced I would. Then I. . . you know. . . " He cleared his throat. "I. . . ah, took her vein. And it got worse after that. A helluva lot worse. "

  "Whose vein was it?"

  "Jasim's. "

  "Whoa. She's hot. "

  "Whatever. " Blay leaned to the side, grabbed a sweatshirt, and pulled it over his hips. Like he had something worth covering up there.

  Qhuinn tracked the movement. So did John.

  "Did you have her, Blay?"

  "No! Believe me, when the transition hits, sex is not on your mind. "

  "But I've heard afterward¡ª"

  "No, I did not do it with her. "

  "Okay, that's cool. " But clearly Qhuinn thought his buddy was nuts. "So what about the change? What did it feel like?"

  "I. . . I broke apart and came back together. " Blay drank deeply. "That's it. "

  Qhuinn flexed his little hands, then curled them into fists. "Do you feel different?"

  "Yeah. "

  "How?"

  "Christ, Qhuinn¡ª"

  "What do you have to hide? We're all going to go through it. I mean. . . shit, John, you've got to want to know, right?"

  John looked at Blay and nodded, hoping like hell the two would keep talking.

  In the quiet that followed, Blaylock stretched out his legs. Through the new blue jeans he had on, his heavy thigh muscles bunched and relaxed.

  "So what do you feel like now?" Qhuinn prompted.

  "Myself. Only. . . I don't know, so much stronger. "

  "Niiiiiice. " Qhuinn laughed. "I can't wait. "

  Blaylock's eyes shifted over. "It's not something to look forward to. Trust me. "

  Qhuinn shook his head. "You are so wrong about that. " There was a pause. "Do you get hard a lot now?"

  Blay turned the color of a barn. "What?"

  "Come on, you had to know that one was coming. So do you?" Silence stretched out. "Hello? Blay? Answer the question. Do you?"

  Blay rubbed his face. "Um. . . yeah. "

  "Often?"

  "Yeah. "

  "You work it, right? I mean. . . you must. So what's that like?"

  "Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not¡ª"

  "Just tell us once. We won't ask you again. Swear. Right, John?"

  John nodded slowly, aware he was holding his breath. He'd had dreams, erotic dreams, but that wasn't the same as it actually happening. Or getting to hear about it firsthand.

  Unfortunately, Blaylock seemed to have clammed up.

  "Christ, Blay. . . what's it like? Please. All my life I've been waiting for what you have. I can't ask anyone else. . . I mean, like I'm going to my father with this shit? Just spit it out. What does it feel like to come?"

  Blay picked at the label on his beer. "Powerful. That's what it's like. It's just this. . . powerful rush that builds up and then. . . you explode and drift. "

  Qhuinn's eyes closed. "Man, I want that. I want to be male. "

  God, that was exactly what John hungered for.

  Blay chugged his Corona, then wiped his mouth. "Of course, now. . . now I want to do it with someone. "

  Qhuinn cracked one of his half smiles. "What about Jasim?"

  "Nah. Not my type. And we're done with this. Conversation's over. "

  John glanced at the clock, then shuffled to the edge of the bed. With a quick scribble, he wrote on his pad and flashed it. Blay and Qhuinn both nodded.

  "Good deal," Blay said.

  "You up for hanging tomorrow night?" Qhuinn asked. John nodded and stood up¡ªonly to stumble and have to catch himself on the mattress.

  Qhuinn laughed. "Look at you, punk. You're faced. "

  John just shrugged and concentrated on getting himself to the door. As he opened it, Blay said, "Yo, J?"

  John glanced over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow.

  "Where can we learn that sign language thing?"

  Qhuinn nodded and popped open another beer. "Yeah, where?"

  John blinked. Then wrote on his pad, The Internet. Search for American Sign Language.

  "Good deal. And you can help us, right?"

  John nodded.

  The two went back to the TV and fired up another game. As John shut the door, he heard them laughing and he started to smile. Only to feel the sting of disgrace.

  Tohr and Wellsie were dead, he thought. He shouldn't be. . . enjoying stuff. A real man wouldn't get distracted from his goal, from his enemies. . . for nothing more than the company of friends.

  John weaved down the hall, throwing one arm out to balance.

  Trouble was. . . it felt so good to just be one of the guys. He had always wanted to have friends. Not a big group or anything. But a few, solid, strong. . . friends.

  The kind you could rely on 'til death. Like brothers.

  Marissa did not understand how Butch survived what happened to his body. It just seemed impossible. Except this was, evidently, what males went through, particularly warriors. And as he was of Wrath's line, he definitely had that thick blood in him.

  When it was over, hours later, Butch lay on the table in the now frigid room, just breathing. His skin was waxy and covered with sweat like he'd run twelve marathons. His feet hung off the far edge of the gurney. His shoulders were nearly twice as big, and his boxers were stretched tight over his thighs.

  His face comforted her, though. It was the same as it had been befo
re, proportional with his new body, but the same. And when his eyes opened, they were the hazel she knew so well, with the spirit inside them that was his alone.

  He was too dazed to speak, but he shivered, so she brought him a blanket and spread it over him. As the soft weight landed, he flinched as if his skin were too tender, but then he mouthed the words I love you and slid away into sleep.

  Abruptly, she became more tired than she'd ever been in her life.

  Vishous finished cleaning up the blood on the floor with a spray nozzle and said, "Let's eat. "

  "I don't want to leave him. "

  "I know. I asked Fritz to bring something to us and he left it just outside. "

  Marissa followed the Brother out into the Equipment Room and they each sat down on double-sized benches built out from the wall. They ate Fritz's little picnic munchies in the midst of racks of nunchakus and training daggers and swords and guns. The sandwiches were good and so were the apple juice and the oatmeal cookies.

  After a while, Vishous lit a hand-rolled and leaned back. "He's going to be fine, you know. "

  "I can't see how he got through it. "

  "Mine was like that. "

  She stopped with a second ham sandwich on the way to her mouth. "Really?"

  "Worse, actually. I was smaller than him when it happened. "

  "He's the same on the inside, though, isn't he?"

  "Yup, he's still your boy. "

  When she finished the sandwich, she put both her legs up on the bench and eased back against the wall. "Thank you. "

  "For what?"

  "Sealing me up. " She held out her wrist.

  His diamond gaze shifted away. "No problem. "

  In the quiet, her eyelids drooped and she shook herself to wake up.

  "Nan, let yourself go," Vishous murmured. "I'll watch him and as soon as he comes around, I'll let you know. Go on. . . lie down. "

  She stretched out, then curled on her side. She didn't expect to sleep, but shut her eyes anyway.

  "Lift your head," Vishous said. When she did, he slid a rolled-up towel under her ear. "This is better for your neck. "

  "You're very kind. "

  "You kidding? Cop would kick my ass for letting you be uncomfortable. "

  She could have sworn Vishous brushed his hand down her hair, but then figured it was in her mind.

  "What about you?" she said softly as he sat on the other bench. God, he had to be as tired as she was.

  His smile was remote. "You don't worry about me, female. Just sleep. "

  Surprisingly, she did.

  * * *

  V watched Marissa pass out from exhaustion. Then he tilted his head and looked into the PT/first aid suite. From this angle he could see the soles of the cop's much larger feet. Man. . . Butch really was one of them now. A card-carrying, fanged-up, warrior male who looked like he was going to stand at about six-six, maybe six-seven. Wrath's bloodline was definitely in that boy¡ªand V wondered if they were ever going to find out why.

  The door to the Equipment Room swung open and Z walked in, with Phury right behind him.

  "What happened?" the two of them asked in unison.

  "Shhh. " V nodded at Marissa. Then in a quiet voice he said, "See for yourself. He's in there. "

  The two went to the doorway. "Holy shit. . . " Phury breathed.

  "That's a big one," Z muttered. Then he sniffed the air. "Why is Wrath's bonding scent all over this place¡ªor is it me?"

  V stood up. "Come outside to the gym, I don't want to wake either of them. "

  The three walked onto the blue mats and V shut the door most of the way behind them.

  "So where is Wrath?" Phury asked as they sat down. "I thought he was here to witness the whole thing. "

  "He's busy. " No doubt.

  Z stared at the door. "That cop's big, V. That cop is really big. "

  "I know. " V laid himself out flat on his back and took a drag. As he exhaled, he refused to look at his brothers.

  "V, he's really big. "

  "Don't even go there. It's too early to know what he's going to be like. "

  Z rubbed over his skull trim. "I'm just saying. He's¡ª"

  "I know. "

  "And he's got Wrath's blood in him. "

  "I know, But look, it's too soon, Z. It's just too soon. Besides, his mother isn't a Chosen. "

  Z's yellow eyes grew annoyed. "Stupid fucking rule if you ask me. "

 

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