The King(150)

Funny how her assessment of everything from potentially slick surfaces to stairs to selecting food had intensified.
“Off into the night,” she said to the young within her belly.
It was, of course, crazy to speak to that which had yet to be born. But she had some thought that if she could only keep the dialogue open, mayhap the young would continue to choose to stay around. If she could just eat the right things and not fall and get her rest … somehow, at the end of however many months, she could hold her son or daughter in her arms, and not just in her body.
Walking down onto the snow-covered lawn and away from the glow of the house, she found the boots she had snagged from the back hall to be warm, solid and comfy. The same was true of the parka and the gloves. She’d left the hats and scarves behind; she’d wanted the chill to clear her head.
Farther along the grounds, the swimming pool was sporting its winter cover, but she imagined it full of water lit from underneath, the azure waves inviting and soft upon the skin and joints. She was going to swim as soon as she could—and outdoors. Much as she appreciated the pool that was in the training center, the air there smelled of chlorine, and after having been used to the crystal clear, naturally fresh baths above in the Sanctuary, she didn’t favor …
Abruptly, she stopped walking. Stopped with the distracted thinking. Stopped everything except the draw in her lungs and the beat of her heart.
Closing her eyes, she replayed what had happened in the dining room, seeing the anguish on Wrath’s face as the announcement was made, hearing the indignation and aggression in the Brotherhood’s voices, watching how Rehv kept staring at the King as if he were reading things she could not sense.
Xcor was behind it all.
He had to be. One did not go from orchestrating an assassination attempt to sitting back idly whilst the glymera gained procedurally what one wanted. No, he was lurking behind the scenes. Somewhere.
Stomach churning, she resumed her restless promenade, heading past the pool area and into the geometrically constructed formal gardens. And she kept going on their far side as well, linking up with the twenty-foot-tall retaining wall that ran all the way around the compound.#p#分页标题#e#
Continuing ever onward, her ears were numb. So was her nose. She didn’t care.
Images of Beth appearing in the archway of the dining room and Wrath looking down the vast table at her warred with a far more traitorous and just as tragic montage of …
That which she refused to think of.
Or at least tried not to.
Had she really allowed Xcor into that car? Had he really sat next to her, unarmed, his menagerie of weapons left on the hood of the Mercedes … and talked to her? Held her hand?
“Stop it,” she warned herself.
No good would e’er come of remembering that connection, that burning spark.
Layla slowed. Stopped. Recalled with great precision and no small amount of guilt the way Xcor had looked at her.
She knew so little about him—apart from his political aspirations, he was a total stranger, and a deadly one at that. And yet she had the sense, given his awkwardness with her, that he was not one who reveled in females very often.
With his facial disfigurement, it was obvious why.
But with her … he was different.
Aside from the pregnancy, which she had actively brought about, she had never affected much during the course of her life. But she could not stand idly by while there was mayhap even a little she could do to help Wrath in this horrible situation.
She had such guilt. Over so much.
She could, however, attempt to do something about it all.
Taking out her cellular phone, the one Qhuinn had insisted she take with her everywhere, she called up the dialing screen.
Xcor had told her how to call him, the digits engraved upon her mind the moment they had left his lips.
She had never imagined putting them into service.
With each finger tap of the screen, the phone let out a different tone, the sequence completed in seven contacts.
She hovered over the send button. And then she pressed it.
Her whole body was shaking as she put the thin, playing card–size device to her ear. An electronic ringing sounded once … twice …
Layla wrenched around.
From over on the left, on the far side of the wall, she heard a distant sound, one so faint that if it hadn’t mirrored exactly the rhythm of that which was in her own phone, she might have not paid it any mind.
The cellular device slipped from her grip and bounced upon the snow at her feet.
He had found them.
Standing in the shower at Assail’s house, Sola didn’t know how long she stayed under the hot spray, letting the water pound on her shoulders and fall down her back, closing her eyes and leaning into the wall.
For some reason, she was ice-cold—even though there was enough steam in the bathroom to qualify the loo as a sauna, and she was pretty sure she had increased her core temperature to a hundred and five.