"What did he do, Mahmen?"
Autumn lifted her chin, her dignity making her more beautiful than ever. "He told me what he thought of me. Quite succinctly. So at this point, I do believe he and I have nothing more to say to each other. "
Xhex narrowed her eyes, anger curling up in her gut.
"Shall we?" her mother said.
"Yeah. . . sure. . . "
But she was going to find out what the fuck had gone down; that was for certain.
Chapter Sixty-Three
After the shutters rose from their sills, and night whisked away all the light from the sky, Blay left the billiards room, intending to check in with Saxton in the library and then go up to shower for First Meal.
He didn't make it much farther than the trunk of the mosaic apple tree in the foyer.
Stopping dead, he glanced down at his hips. A pounding erection had punched out of him, the arousal as unexpected as it was demanding.
What the. . . looking upward, he wondered who else had gone into her needing. It was the only explanation.
"You may not want the answer to that. "
Glancing over, he found Saxton standing in the archway of the library. "Who. "
But he knew. He fucking knew it.
Saxton swept his elegant hand behind himself. "Won't you come and have a drink with me in my office?"
The male was aroused as well, the slacks of his fine herringbone suit pulled out of shape at the fly - except his face didn't match the erection. He was grim.
"Come," he repeated, motioning with his hand again. "Please. "
Blay's feet went to work, taking him into the chaotic mess that the library had been in since Sax had been given his "assignment. " Whatever it was.
As Blay stepped inside, he heard the double doors click into place behind him, and searched his mind for something to say.
Nothing. He had. . . nothing. Especially as up above his head, on the ornate ceiling with its plaster molding, a muffled thumping started to sound out.
Even the crystals on the chandelier twinkled, as if the force of the sex was being transmitted through the floor joists.
Layla was in her needing. Qhuinn was servicing her -
"Here, drink this. "
Blay took whatever was offered and threw it back like his gut was on fire and the shit was water. The effect was the opposite of any extinguishing, though. The brandy burned its way down and landed in a ball of heat.
"Refill?" Saxton said.
When he nodded, the snifter disappeared and came back much heavier. After he sucked back number two, he said, "I'm surprised. . . "
At how awful this felt. He'd thought all the ties between him and Qhuinn had been severed. Ha. He should have known better.
He refused to finish the thought out loud, however.
". . . that you can handle this disorder," he tacked on.
Saxton went over to the bar and poured himself his own tipple. "The detritus is necessary, I'm afraid. "