twirl it around. With a sharp crack, he spun it and cracked it like a whip. “Oh fuck!” Jacob exclaimed as he jumped out of the bed. “What’s he
doing?”
“I’d say he’s training but that’s…I mean that’s a very specifickind of
training.” Teddy pondered.
“Training for what? The BDSM Olympics?”
“No…I think something else.” Teddy began. “But I don’t think-” As Teddy was talking Joe began mumbling in Latin.
“Oh fuck.” Teddy began.
“What is it?” Jacob asked. “Is it just now hitting you what that towel
was on the ground for?”
“What do you- Oh lord.” Teddy responded. The towel cracked again,
and this time Teddy decided to not be anywhere near it. “No- I think I
know what your boyfriend’s secret is.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your boyfriend is a Templar.” Teddy responded.
“What the hell is that?” Jacob asked. “Like he’s Mexican or
something?”
“No, a Templar.”
“I don’t know what country that’s from!” Jacob spat.
“No, not a place. Like a thing. Something that someone is. Like he’s a
priest, but he’s also a Templar. A hidden sword of the church whose job it
is to go out into the real world and fight evil.”
“What kind of evil?”
“Whatever the church hates.” Teddy sighed.
“Like gays?”
“No. At least not anymore. Actually, put a pin in that one- But no. More
like vampires, and demons, and-”
“Witches.”
“Exactly.”
“Oh…Oh fuck.” Jacob sat on the end of the bed pondering for a
moment. “Teddy, am I in danger?”
