Sammy laughs.
Okay. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. They seem to be building up a rapport. Which should not be surprising, since Sammy, while being a lot to handle, is also warm and lovely. And could probably charm a snake. He might just be exactly what Morgan needs.
Quietly, I slip away. The whole point of asking Sammy to come over was so that Morgan can ask him questions. Especially ones he might not want to ask me. So there is no point in lurking.
I head outside and then slide into the passenger seat of Blue’s car. When I called, I suspected that he’d drive his mate here, since Sammy is such a terrible driver. So I’m not surprised to see him.
“Thanks for this,” I say.
The siren nods. He is still far too quiet. All that time being masked and muted has really done a number on his head. I swear he forgets he is free to talk now.
“You can come in if you like?” I say gently.
Blue stares at the house, and then at me. And then back at the house.
“Morgan is a good man,” I assure him.
Blue swallows. “I…um…I…”
My hand reaches for his knee, but I remember just in time and pull it back. Blue hates being touched. Another terrible thing the harem did to him.
“It’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you knew you were welcome,” I say.
Blue nods and flashes me a tiny smile. Then his expression falters and turns somber.
“You’ll have to report this to the Council,” he whispers quietly.
I groan and thump my head against the back of the seat. “Yeah, I know. But since it is all fucking Baltazar’s fault for letting his blood slave go all crazy like that, and Baltazar is on the Council, it should all be fine.”
Blue nods, but his eyes still look worried. He has a point. Humans discovering the paranormal is real, is always a big deal and a big pain in the ass. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to sort out the paperwork for Sammy. It was Mal and Gray who blew cover in front of him, so it was their problem.
Nice for some. This is very much my issue to deal with. No matter how much Baltazar is to blame.
So I need to stop hiding out here and deal with it. Morgan and Sammy should have had enough time to coverany awkward questions by now. All I’m doing by lingering is being a coward.
Sighing heavily, I open the car door. “You all good out here? Need anything?”
Blue smiles again at points at the car stereo. Sammy has him hooked on modern music. I’m not sure Blue deserves that fate, but it seems to make him happy.
“Alright then. Hopefully I won’t be keeping Sammy from you for too long.”
I slip out of the car and back into the house. I find Morgan and Sammy chatting away like best friends. And Sammy has found the vodka. I frown, but maybe it is for the best. Alcohol eases most things.
“You know,” says Sammy. “With all the weirdos I’ve met and the crazy shit I’ve seen, knowing that paranormal stuff is real means the world makes more sense. Not less.”
Morgan nods in agreement, but I don’t understand how he can relate to that. He is not a survivor of the care system, or an ex rent boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Morgan’s life was perfectly normal and nice.
Until his wife committed suicide.
I wince and close my eyes. The ways in which I have destroyed this wonderful man’s life are unforgivable. If I had a single decent bone in my body, I’d walk away. I’d leave him in peace. I’d stop being a wrecking ball to everything he knows and holds dear.
I open my eyes. I watch Morgan and Sammy share the vodka. Then my heart starts to clench painfully as the full implications of the situation finally sink in. Morgan seems like he is going to cope with learning the world is not what he thought it was. He is strong and tough and able toadjust. He is going to accept that paranormal beings are real.
But that doesn’t mean he is going to want to date one.
I might not need to be decent. Morgan might save himself. He might want nothing to do with me. I could lose him. I could lose the children. I could lose everything.
And it would be exactly what I deserve.
