The grimace that contorted Layla’s face told him that a cramp had hit her again. Glancing behind, and expecting to find Doc Jane, he discovered they were alone.
Which told him more than anything else that there was nothing to be done.
Qhuinn hung his head and held her hand.
It had started with the pair of them.
It was ending with the pair of them.
“I think I’d like to go to sleep,” Layla said as she squeezed his palm. “You look as if you need some, too.”
He eyed the chaise lounge across the way.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Layla murmured.
“Where else do you think I would be?”
A quick mental picture of Blay holding his arms wide flashed through his mind. What a fantasy, though.
Don’t you touch me like that.
Qhuinn shook the thoughts out of his head. “I’ll sleep over there.”
“You can’t stay in here for seven nights straight.”
“I’ll say it again. Where else would I be—”
“Qhuinn.” Her voice got strident. “You have a job out there. And you heard Havers. This is just going to take as long as it does, and it’s probably going to be a while. I’m not in any danger of bleeding out, and frankly, I feel as though I have to be strong in front of you, and I do not have the energy for that. Please come and check in, yes, do. But I will go mad if you camp out here until I stop with all this.”
Quiet despair.
That was all Qhuinn had as he sat there on the edge of that bed, holding Layla’s hand.
He got up to leave shortly thereafter. She was right, of course. She needed to rest as much as she could, and really, aside from staring at her and making her feel like a freak, there was nothing he could do.
“I’m never far.”
“I know that.” She brought his fist to her lips, and he was shocked by how cold they were. “You have been…more than I could have asked for.”
“Nah. There’s nothing that I’ve—”
“You have done what is right and proper. Always.”
That was a matter of opinion. “Listen, I’ve got my phone with me. I’ll be back in a couple of hours just to look in on you. If you’re asleep, I won’t disturb you.”
“Thank you.”
Qhuinn nodded and sidestepped over to the door. He had heard once that you were not supposed to show your back to a Chosen, and he figured the display of protocol couldn’t hurt.
Closing the door behind him, he leaned back against it. The only person he wanted to see was the one guy in the house who had no interest in—
“What’s going on?”
Blay’s voice was such a shock that he figured he’d imagined it. Except then the male himself stepped into the doorway of the second-floor sitting room. As if he’d been waiting there all along.
Qhuinn rubbed his eyes and then started walking, his body seeking out the very thing he had been praying for.
“She’s losing it,” Qhuinn heard himself say in a dead voice.
Blay murmured something in return, but it didn’t register.
Funny, the miscarriage hadn’t seemed real until this moment. Not until he told Blay.
“I’m sorry?” Qhuinn said, aware that the guy seemed to be waiting for an answer.
“Is there anything I can do?”
So funny. Qhuinn had always felt as though he’d come out of his mother’s womb an adult. Then again, there had never been any cootchie-coo crap for him, no darling-little-boy stuff, no hugs when he hurt himself, no coddling when he was frightened. As a result, whether it was character or the way he’d been brought up, he’d never regressed. Nothing to go back to there.
Yet it was in the voice of a child that he said, “Make it stop?”
As if Blay alone had the power to work a miracle.
And then…the male did.
Blay extended his arms wide, offering the only haven Qhuinn had ever known.
“Make it stop?”
Blay’s body started to shake as Qhuinn uttered those words: After all these years, he’d seen the guy in a lot of moods and in a lot of circumstances. Never like this, though. Never…so completely and utterly ruined.
Never like a child, lost.
In spite of his need to keep really and truly far away from any emotional anything, his arms opened of their own accord.
As Qhuinn stepped in against him, the fighter’s body seemed smaller and frailer than it actually was. And the arms that wound around Blay’s waist simply lay against him as if there were no strength in the muscles.
Blay held them both up.
And he expected Qhuinn to pull back quickly. Usually, the guy couldn’t handle any kind of intense connection other than a sexual one for longer than a second and a half.