Try as he did to convince himself otherwise, he believed Kinzer was more than that act of severing vengeance, that action which Hayde believed he saw deep regret for when Kinzer beheld him. The greatest regret Hayde had now was that he would no longer be appealing to the one who had done this to him—that Kinzer could never look at him and find him beautiful or see him as sexually desirable again. And yet, Kinzer had fucked him since the incident.But had it been out of pity? Had it been out of convenience?
He didn’t want to believe that, but he supposed it was just another thing he was deluding himself about. There was no reason this fallen who he’d hurt, who he’d cruelly betrayed, could feel anything but hate for him. As much as that pained him to consider, it didn’t change how he felt for the fallen, this burning, stinging lust that grew stronger and stronger as he came to know the immortal.
What would they do now? Where would they go? Who would they turn to for help?
He didn’t care.
His allegiance was set and that part of him that had once sworn loyalty to the Almighty and Janka had shifted and was now working for this sad, angry, and beautiful fallen.
Kinzer sighed. “They’ve got properties in New York, New Mexico, Arizona.”
Hayde eyed the map Kinzer was looking at, which had buildings circled in blue ink.
“So we go there?” Hayde asked.
Kinzer shrugged.
“These are office buildings in cities. They’re not where he’s building the Morarkes, but they’re the only lead we have, so I guess we gotta.”
A buzzing sound filled the air.
Kinzer looked around uneasily before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. As he eyed the screen, his eyes widened so that he looked like he’d seen something miraculous, impossible even.
