“What do you want, Isaiah?” yawned Silas.
“Zayne is teaching Cyrus to fly and I just can’t. Can’t watch, can’t think about it. Distract me!”
Silas blinked, his annoyance at Isaiah for waking him up draining away. The little omega did have a very good reason. Silas’s heart ached in sympathy. He would probably be a complete mess if he were in Isaiah’s situation.
Silas rubbed his eyes and tried to think of a distracting topic. “Have you ever used ginger in the bedroom?” he asked nonchalantly before mentally kicking himself. The smell of ginger still permeated the air from last night.
“Figging?” replied Isaiah. “Oh, yes, that’s lots of fun!”
“Just checking you knew about it,” said Silas calmly. How on earth did Isaiah know all about it when he had not had a clue? It was terrible. Mortifying. He needed a few hours to scour Cosmopolitan and Vice to make sure there weren’t any further embarrassing gaps in his sex knowledge.
Isaiah rolled over onto his side, digging his elbow into the bed and resting his head on his hand.
“Did you know that it works on non-omegas and even humans too, but not as well? Malachi said it was something to do with the parts of us that make slick,” said Isaiah.
Silas nodded wisely, as if he had heard it all before. Malachi had known too? And discussed it with Isaiah? That was awful. Nearly as bad as learning that doing it to Dean would not evoke the same results. But probably still fun to try. Hastily, he hid the grin that threatened to spread across his face.
Isaiah’s brown eyes grew serious. “How are you?”
“Never better,” said Silas with a smile.
“Really?” Isaiah didn’t sound convinced.
Silas shrugged. “I was moping about being thrown and angsting about losing control of my magic and then upset about having a child without my knowledge or consent, but then Dean died.”
Silas stopped to take a breath. Isaiah’s brown eyes were wide.
“And he came back to life, and he is not a zombie and that is such a beautiful, perfect, incredible miracle that I’m so thankful for… it far outweighs any darkness in my life and it always will.” Silas turned away so Isaiah wouldn’t see him blushing. It was quite the monologue for him, but he had to admit putting it into words and declaring it felt good.
Isaiah grinned at him. “You’re such a secret softy!”
Silas threw a pillow at his friend, but Isaiah just laughed.
“Are you kicking Jasper out of his room?” asked Isaiah, gesturing at the wall.
Silas stared at him blankly. Why would he do that? Jasper hadn’t done anything. He was a perfectly good neighbor.
“So, Ash can have the room next to yours?” clarified Isaiah like he was a frigging mind reader or something.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” admitted Silas, his stomach suddenly tying itself in knots. “Maybe we should move to the family house?”
Isaiah snorted in derision, “Yeah, cos a twelve-year-old would love to live with little pups.”
Silas groaned and buried his head in his hands, “Heavens, what the hell I’m I going to do with a pup? I know nothing about pre-teens.”
“Yes you do, you were one yourself,” said Isaiah as he reached over and patted Silas’s arm.
It was Silas’s turn to snort. “A million years ago.”
“You’re not old,” reassured Isaiah.
“I feel it.”
“Do you think he will have powers like you?”
Silas shook his head. “I wasn’t born with mine, I gained them.”
Isaiah gave him an intense, thoughtful look that made Silas a little uneasy. “Did you ever think that instead of gaining powers that night, they were actually woken up?”
