Considering where the male had started out in life, it wasn’t how any of it was supposed to go. If the world had made any sense, if things had gone the way of history’s predictions, Luchas would likely be mated by now, or at least locked into an arrangement with a female of comparable breeding. He would be attending meetings of the Council with his sire, and enjoying grand functions and festivals. He would be rubbing shoulders with vampires like himself, secure in the knowledge that he had more money than he would ever need and an unassailable position in society.
But fiction could pale in comparison to destiny.
In ways both good and bad.
For instance, who’d have ever thought Qhuinn would have been made an official member of the Black Dagger Brotherhood?
Or that the male would ever have decided to settle down. With the best friend who had loved him since they were young.
Luchas was right about one thing. The two brothers had traded places.
It was just such a shame that the former’s fall from grace had been so devastating.
* * *
Paper cut.
Huge, weird, inexplicable paper cut.
As Qhuinn came out of anesthesia, his first thought was that someone had taken a manila folder, a crisp, brand-spanking-new manila folder, and whipped it right across his lower abdominals. It was the only way to explain the sweet sting striping between his hip bones, right below his belly button. Except… the discomfort wasn’t a surface kind of thing. The sensation was deep inside.
So maybe it was more like part of his intestines had decided to lick a Publishers Clearing House envelope.
Just as he was coming to the conclusion that he had been through so much worse in the owie department, his eyes flipped open.
The medical light fixture above him brought it all back, as did the beep, beep, beep that seemed to suggest that he had a heartbeat as regular as a metronome.
Another piece of good news—
Without warning, a face appeared above his own.
Manny Manello.
The dark-haired human had a surgical mask hanging loose in front of his neck, like a feed bag he’d emptied of grain. When he smiled, his fangless teeth were white and his dark eyes were kind.
“You’re all set.” Manny flashed a thumbs-up. “No internal damage, but it’s a good thing we already took out your spleen. It’s like your organs did some parkour and got away from the blade. Considering what could have been sliced? You’re very lucky.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Qhuinn cleared his throat, which was sore from the intubation. “Where are—”
“I’ll send your people in.”
“Is it okay for the—”
“Yup, the kids are fine to join you.” Manny patted his patient’s knee. “And you don’t have to stay down here for much longer. You’re cleared to head back to the big house as soon as you’re steady enough to walk.”
“Awesome. You’re amazing.”
“Please don’t stop with the compliments. And let’s get your family in here.”
The surgeon went over and opened the door, and Layla was the first to come in. The Chosen had Rhamp in her arms, and her beautiful face was worried—but that concern lifted instantly as Qhuinn clapped his hands.
“There’s my boy,” he said as he hit the button to raise the head of the hospital bed. “And the best mahmen there is.”
Blay was right behind her with Lyric, and the instant the little one saw her sire, she put out her arms, straining for contact.
“Oh, sweetie, Daddy’s okay.” Qhuinn took her first, putting aside the remote and settling her on the bedside as he kissed his mate. “It’s all good.”
Lyric crawled up his chest an