Lover At Last: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood

by J. R. Ward

  One look at the queen’s face and he sat up from the chaise, putting the book down. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “Have you seen Layla?”

  “No, but I’ve just been here since I got back from my parents’.” He glanced at the clock. After midnight. “She’s not in her room?”

  Beth shook her head, her dark hair shining as it slipped around her shoulders. “She and I were going to hang out, but I can’t find her. She’s not in the clinic, or the kitchen—and I looked for Qhuinn down in the training center as well as up here. He’s gone as well.”

  Maybe they were having a romantic dinner, like, sharing a plate of pasta and meeting in the middle thanks to a strand of frickin’ linguine.

  “Have you tried their phones?” he asked.

  “Qhuinn’s is in his room. And Layla isn’t answering hers if it’s with her.”

  As he got to his feet and started to get a little hyped, he thought, calm down—this was not a national emergency. In fact, this was a big house with a lot of rooms, and more to the point, they were grown adults. Two people should be allowed to go off together and have it not be a crisis.

  Especially if they were having a young together…

  The sound of a vacuum off in the distance drew his attention.

  “Come with me,” he told the queen. “If there’s one person in this place who’ll know? He’s down the hall with a Dyson.”

  Sure enough, Fritz was working in the second-floor sitting room, and as Blay walked in, he got slapped in the face with all the memories of him and Qhuinn doing it up but good on the rug by the couch.

  Great. Just fabulous.

  “Fritz?” the queen called out.

  The doggen stopped the back-and-forth and killed the machine. “Well, hello, Your Majesty. Sire.”

  Lots of bowing.

  “Listen, Fritz,” Blay said, “have you seen Layla?”

  Instantly, the butler’s face became downcast. “Oh. Yes. Indeed.”

  When he didn’t fill anything else in, Blay prompted him with an, “Annnnnd?”

  “She took the car. The Mercedes. It was about two hours ago.”

  What the hell, Blay thought. Unless…“So Qhuinn was with her.”

  “No, she was alone.” As a boatload of uh-oh hit Blay’s stomach, the butler shook his head. “I tried to insist that I take her, but she would not let me.”

  “Where was she going?” Beth asked.

  “She said she had no destination. I knew that Master Qhuinn had taught her to drive, and when she ordered me to tender upon her palm the keys, I knew not what to do.”

  The queen spoke up. “You are not at fault here, Fritz. Not at all. We’re just worried about her.”

  Blay took out his phone. “And there’s GPS on the vehicle, so this is going to be fine. I’ll just hit up V and he’ll be able to locate her for us.”

  After he sent the text, the queen reassured the butler some more, and Blay hung around, waiting for a response.

  Ten minutes later? Nada. Which meant the Brother with the IT skills was in the middle of some business downtown.

  Fifteen minutes.

  Twenty.

  He even called, and didn’t get an answer. So he could only assume that someone was bleeding—or that V’s phone had gotten shanked during fighting.

  “Qhuinn’s not in the gym?” he said, even though that question had already been answered.

  Beth shrugged. “Not when I checked.”

  Blay put in a quick call, got Ehlena, and a moment later was informed that the workout room was empty, Luchas was asleep, and there was no one in the pool or on the basketball court.

  The guy wasn’t in the house. And not in the field, because he was off rotation. That left only one other conceivable place.

  “I know where he is,” Blay said gruffly. “I’ll go get him while we wait for V to check in.”

  After all, that female was carrying his young—so if she went AWOL into the big world by herself, he had a right to be involved in locating her. And sure, maybe Qhuinn knew where she was, but Blay had a feeling he didn’t: hard to believe he would have left his phone in his room if he was aware that she was going out in the car. He’d want some way for her to get in touch with him.

  On that note, why had he left his cell behind at all? Not like him.

  Unless he thought Layla was doing okay…and he didn’t want to be interrupted.

  Great.

  Looping back to his room, Blay picked up a gun—because you never knew when you might need one—and a coat that was only to cover his hardware. Then he jogged down the stairs and went out the vestibule…and dematerialized into the night.

  He resumed form in the back parking lot of the Iron Mask, and when he got to the club’s rear door, he hit the bell and showed his face to the security camera. Xhex opened the way in.

  “Hey,” she said, giving him a quick hug. “How you been? Long time no see around here.”

  “I’m looking for—”

  “Yeah, he’s at the bar.”

  Of course he was. “Thanks.”

  Blay nodded to the bouncers, Big Rob and Silent Tom, and pushed out of the staff area into the club proper. As he emerged on the far side, the bass drum of the music went right into his sternum—or maybe that was his heartbeat.

  Annnnd there he was: Even though there were a hundred people crowded around the bar, Qhuinn was a neon sign to him, standing out from the rest. The fighter was sitting at the far end, his back to Blay, his elbows splayed on the black varnished wood, his head hanging low.

  Blay exhaled a curse as he thought, here they were, back at the beginning. And yup, before he could even make it over, a woman closed in, her body sliding up to Qhuinn, her hand lingering on his arm, his head turning so he could get a good look at her.

  Blay knew what was next. A quick up-and-down with that mismatched stare, a slow smile, a couple of drawled words—and the pair would go off to the bathrooms—

  Qhuinn shook his head, and put his palm out in a stop. And though she was inclined to make a second appeal, it just got her a another round of talk-to-the-hand.

  Before Blay could get moving again, a guy with hair down to his ass and a pair of sprayed-on velvet pants made an approach. His smile was brilliant white, and his lean body seemed made for acrobatics.

  A sudden nausea blendered Blay’s gut—even as he reminded himself that after their last run-in, Qhuinn would not be looking for sex from him ever again—so why should he care who the fighter fucked. And God knew the male had a sex drive—

  Mr. Lounge Suit with the extensions was given the heave-ho as well.

  After which, Qhuinn just refocused ahead of himself.

  An abrupt vibration went off in Blay’s pocket, his phone letting him know there was a text. Taking the thing out, he saw that it was from Beth: All good—Layla home safe. Just went for a joyride, and is going to watch some tube with me.

  Blay texted back a thanks, and returned his cell to his inner pocket. No reason to stay and bother the fighter with what had been a nonevent…although this was a chance to do a little damage control on his H-bomb delivery from a week ago.

  Blay walked over, wending in and out of the bodies. When he got within range, he cleared his throat and spoke up over the din. “Hey—”

  That hand shot up above Qhuinn’s shoulder. “For the love of fucking God, I’m not interested, okay?”

  At that moment, the person on the left decided to vacate with whatever drink he’d ordered.

  Blay took the human’s place.

  “I told you to get the fuck—” Qhuinn froze in mid-blow-off. “What…are you doing here?”

  Okay, where to start with that.

  “Is there something wrong?” Qhuinn said.

  “No, no. Really, not anything…you know, wrong.” Blay frowned as he realized there was no alcohol in front of the guy. “Did you just get here?”

  “No, I’ve been hanging around for…couple of hours, I guess.”

 
“You’re not drinking?”

  “I did when I first sat down. But then…yeah, no.”

  Blay studied that face he knew so well. It was so grim, with hollows under the cheekbones and a perma-frown that suggested the guy hadn’t slept in seven days, either.

  “Listen, Qhuinn—”

  “Did you come to apologize?”

  Blay cleared his throat again. “Yeah. I did. I’m—”

  “Right.”

  “What?”

  Qhuinn put his hands up and scrubbed his eyes…then stayed put with his palms covering himself from forehead to chin. He said something that didn’t carry, and that was when Blay knew something momentous had happened.

  Then again, the poor bastard had probably come to the realization that Blay was in fact not a saint.

  Blay leaned in closer. “Talk to me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

  Fair, after all, was fair. He’d sure as hell unloaded everything on his mind when they’d last seen each other.

  “You were right,” Qhuinn said. “I didn’t know…I was…”

  When nothing else came, Blay’s ribs tightened up hard, his brows shooting sky-high as the gist hit him. Oh…my God.

  As shock went through his whole body, he realized he’d never expected the guy to come around. Even as he’d yelled those hard-core words, it had been more a function of finally snapping, rather than out of any expectation that they would sink in.

  Qhuinn shook his head, those hands staying in place. “I just…all those years, all that shit with them…I couldn’t face another strike against me.”

  Blay was more than aware of who the “them” was.

  “I did a lot of things to make it go away, to cover crap up—because even after they kicked me out, they were still in my head. Even after they died…still in there, you know. Always in there with the…” One hand made a fist and started banging his brain. “Always in there…”

  Blay caught that thick wrist and guided the male’s arm down. “It’s okay….”

  Qhuinn didn’t look at him. “I didn’t even know I was bending everything. I wasn’t, like, aware of the shit in my mind—” That deep voice caught. “I just didn’t want to give them another reason to hate me, even though they didn’t fucking matter. What the fuck is that, you know? What the fuck have I been thinking?”

  The pain that wafted out of Qhuinn’s body was so great, it changed the air temperature around him, lowering things until the hair on Blay’s forearms pricked from the chill.

  And at that moment, faced with the abject misery in front of him, Blay wished he could have taken what he’d said back—not because it wasn’t true, but because he wasn’t the one who should have ripped off that Band-Aid. Mary, Rhage’s shellan, should have done it as part of a therapy session or something. Or maybe Qhuinn should have gradually become aware of it.

  But not like this…

  The devastation that was written in every line of Qhuinn’s body, in the hoarseness of his voice, in the barely restrained scream that seemed to be just under the surface, was terrifying.

  “I never knew how much they got to me, especially my father. That male…he contaminated everything about me, and I didn’t even know it was happening. And it ruined…everything.”

  Blay frowned, not following that part. But what he was clear on was the juxtaposition between his parents and Qhuinn’s—not that he needed yet another reminder: All he could think of was that hug in front of the stove, his mom and dad wrapping their arms around him, their acceptance openhanded, honest, and without reservation.

  And here Qhuinn was going through this alone. In a club. With no one there to support him as he struggled with the legacy of discrimination he had been condemned to…and the identity he couldn’t change, and could no longer, seemingly, ignore.

  “It ruined everything.”

  Blay put his hand on that bunched-up biceps. “No, nothing’s ruined. Don’t say that. You are where you are, and it’s okay—”

  Qhuinn’s head cranked around, leaving its cage of the hand that had remained, his blue and green eyes red rimmed and watery. “I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years…throughout school and training…before transitions and afterward…when you approached me and yes, even now that you’re with Saxton and you hate me. And that…shit…in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down…and it cost me you.”

  As the sound of screeching tires roared between Blay’s ears, and the world started to spin, Qhuinn just kept going. “So you’ll excuse me if I have to disagree with you. It is not okay—it will not ever be okay—and whereas I’m more than willing to live with the fact that I was a walking, talking lie for decades, the idea that it sacrificed what could have been between us…is absolutely, positively not okay to me.”

  Blay swallowed hard as Qhuinn went back to staring at the wall of liquor bottles behind the bar.

  Opening his mouth, Blay intended to say something, but instead he just ran that monologue through again from start to finish. Jesus Christ…

  And then something dawned on him.

  If I’m gay, why are you the only male I’ve ever been with.

  Suddenly, all of the blood drained out of Blay’s head as he deciphered the truth in the words he’d so grossly misconstrued. That meant…that that night when he’d…

  “Oh, God,” he said in a low voice.

  “So that’s where I am,” the fighter said gruffly. “You want a drink—”

  The words jumped out of his mouth: “I’m not with Saxton anymore.”

  EIGHTY-TWO

  Qhuinn wrenched his head around a second time. Surely he couldn’t have heard that…. “What…?”

  “I broke up with him, like, two weeks ago.”

  Qhuinn felt his lids blink a number of times. “Why…wait, I don’t understand.”

  “It wasn’t working. It hadn’t been working for a long time. When he came back that night after having been with someone else? We weren’t together, so he didn’t cheat on me.”

  For some insane reason, all Qhuinn could think of was Mike Myers saying, Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?

  “But I thought…wait, you two looked really happy. It used to kill me every night to…yeah.”

  Blay winced. “I’m sorry I lied.”

  “Shiiiiiiit. I nearly killed him.”

  “Well, arguably you were being gallant. He knew that.”

  Qhuinn frowned and shook his head. “I had no idea you two weren’t…well, I already said that.”

  “Qhuinn, I have to ask you something.”

  “G’head.” Assuming he could focus at all.

  “When you and I were together…that night…and then you said you had never…you know…”

  Qhuinn waited for the guy to continue. When he didn’t, he had no idea what Blay was alluding—

  Oh, that.

  Qhuinn couldn’t believe it, but he felt his cheeks redden and warm. “Yeah, that night.”

  “Well, had you never…”

  Considering everything he’d just thrown out there, that little ditty seemed like a minor detail. Besides, the truth was the truth. “You are the first and only male I’ve ever been with like that.”

  Silence from the other guy. And then, “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry I—”

  Qhuinn jumped in, cutting off the unnecessary apology. “I’m not sorry. There is no one I’d rather have had taking my virginity. The first one you always remember.”

  Congratulations, Saxton, you lucky fucking cocksucker.

  Another long silence. And just as Qhuinn was about to check his watch and suggest they take a break from the awkwardness, Blay spoke up.

  “Aren’t you going to ask me why Saxton and I were never going to work?”

  Qhuinn rolled his eyes. “I know it wasn’t problems in the bedroom. You’re the best lover I’ve ever been with, and I can’t imagine my cousin felt any differently.”

  Fucking cocksucking son of a bitch Saxton.
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  As he realized the other guy wasn’t saying anything, Qhuinn glanced over. Blay’s blue eyes had an odd light in them.

  “What.” Oh, for God’s sake. “Fine. Why wouldn’t it ever work out?”

  “Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.”

  Qhuinn’s mouth dropped open. As his ears began to hum, he wondered if he had heard that right. He leaned in closer. “I’m sorry, what did you—”

  “Hey, baby,” a female voice cut in.

  On the right side of him, a woman with enough cleavage to fill a pair of salad bowls pressed into his body. “How would you like a partner in crime—”

  “Back off,” Blay barked. “He’s with me.”

  Abruptly, Qhuinn’s spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay’s eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn’t disappear quick.

  And that was…

  Awesome.

  “Okay, okay.” She put her hands up in submission. “I didn’t know that you were together.”

  “We are,” Blay hissed.

  As the woman with the formerly bright idea skulked off, Qhuinn turned to Blay, well aware that his shock was showing.

  “Are we?” he breathed to his former best friend.

  With the club music pounding, and a stadium full of strangers milling around them, with the bartender delivering drinks and the working girls working, with a thousand other lives rolling onward…time stopped for both of them.

  Blay reached forward and took Qhuinn’s face in his hands, that blue stare warming as it roamed around. “Yes. Yes, we are—”

  Qhuinn nearly jumped on the guy, closing the distance between their mouths and kissing the love of his life once, twice…three times—even though he had no fucking idea what was happening, or whether it was real or if his alarm was about to go off.

  After all the suffering, he was parched for the relief, even if it was just temporary.

  When he pulled back, Blay frowned. “You’re shaking.”

  Was it possible he wasn’t imagining this? “Am I?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t male enough to admit—”