Air rushed through the foamy cracks in the cushions as Kid made himself comfortable on the couch.
Dedrus peered out the side of the sheet over the doorway.
Treycore stared at Kinzer, his narrow eyes disapproving, stern.
“This ain’t—” Treycore began.
Dedrus tapped him on the shoulder. “Quiet…wait…and…okay. Go ahead.”
“This ain’t fucking happening!”
“Quieter,” Dedrus insisted.
“Fallen,” Treycore hissed, “you better have a good fucking reason for being here. And what the fuck are you doing with this mortal? He smells like shit!”
Do I smell really bad?
Kid was glad the light was dim, so no one could see him blush.
“Janka’s dead,” Kinzer said. “Someone ratted us out. That means they have names.”
“And you came to us?” Treycore asked, his expression tense. “Why the fuck do you think you’re still alive? They probably have a Tracker keeping an eye on you. For all we know, they didn’t even know about us. Fuck!”
“I didn’t have anyone else to go to. Janka’s my only contact. They clipped me, so I can’t cross realms without an elixir. Dedrus is the only one I knew I could find…or trust.”
“And why the fuck does he know where you are?” Treycore asked, a serious gaze locked on Dedrus.
“I…just—” Dedrus began.
“Huh?” Treycore’s gaze flashed between Dedrus and Kinzer.
“He wrote to me, okay?” Kinzer explained. “He mentioned this place.”
“What the fuck are you? Pen pals? You couldn’t have just called?”
“Totally. Let me just run and grab my cell from Hell! Treycore, I don’t give a shit how pissed you are. I just need you guys to warn the others. We all need to get our asses into hiding.”
“Treycore,” Dedrus said, nudging him. They exchanged knowing glares.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Treycore said. “You want to bring this bullshit in, and I’m telling you that’s a really bad idea. You don’t think it’s a little odd that the Raze would just let him go? Why just kill Janka? It doesn’t make any sense unless they’re using him to get to the rest of us. The Raze thinks that if the wounded, clipped Kinzer comes running for help, dumbasses like you will take him in, and then they’ll hunt the rest of us down.” He shook his head and tossed Kinzer a foul glare. “As far as we know, you’re the rat, and you’re responsible for Janka’s death.”
Who the fuck is Janka?Kid wondered.And are these guys actually drinking the angel/demon Kool-Aid?
Kinzer rushed at Treycore, getting in his face.
Treycore stood firm. They stared each other down. “Be careful,” Kinzer said.
A thick vein curled up Treycore’s bicep as he balled his hand into a fist.
“This is not the time.” Dedrus pushed between them, his biceps swelling as he pushed them apart. “Treycore, do you really think Kinzer would’ve ratted out Janka?”
“I think,” Treycore said, “you need to stop making decisions with your dick.”
Dedrus glanced at Kinzer meekly and looked back to Treycore.
“Please,” Dedrus said.
Treycore folded his arms. His knuckles pressed into his bulbous pecs. The head of his dick dropped from his thong and slid down his thigh.
