"The growl that permeated the room was loud enough to rattle the mirror on the wall next to Qhuinn's head--as well as the silver brush set on the bureau and the crystals on the sconces by the door. At first he was sure it was Phury...except then the Brother's brows came down hard and the male looked over his shoulder. Layla was out of bed and closing in on the pair of them--and holy fucking shit, the look in her eyes was enough to melt paint off a car door: In spite of the fact that she was not well, her fangs were bared, and her fingers were curled into claws...and the icy draft that preceded her made the back of Qhuinn's neck prickle in warning. That growl was nothing that should have come out of a male...much less a delicate female of Chosen status.