Seymour snorted. “Yeah, I know, but?—”
“Completely and utterlydestroyyou.”
Seymour laughed. “Okay, okay! Message received. But still, it ain’t right.”
“It is not as if I have a choice.”
“Yeah, about that.” Seymour frowned. “You really can’t, like, get away from him?”
“No.” Sariel reached up to touch his collar, but he stopped just shy of making contact. “I am his to command. He enjoys the notoriety of possessing an angel, not to mention my power being at his disposal, so I do not ever see him releasing me.”
“How the hell did he catch you?”
“I…” Sariel’s voice cracked. “It is not a pleasant story.” He smiled weakly, looking over Seymour’s face. “Ah, here.”
Seymour shivered as Sariel touched his cheek and chin, brushing away some errant crumbs. The simple caress flooded his chest with warmth, and he teased, “Hey, I was saving that.”
“I do not believe you.” Sariel’s hand lingered.
“Yeah, it’s probably my moon in Pisces or somethin’, makin’ me lie.” Seymour grinned.
“That is ridiculous.” Sariel’s smile perked up. “Moon rising in Libra would be more likely to influence your honesty, or the lack thereof.”
“What if I told you I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen? Would you believe that?”
Sariel’s face flushed a lovely shade of pink, and he pulled away abruptly. “You should not say such things.”
“Why?” Seymour offered his hand. “You know I really was looking forward to that coffee date.”
“I was too,” Sariel murmured, gazing longingly at Seymour’s outstretched hand. “Mr. Heiss would never allow it.”
“That fuckin’ ass clown won’t let you date?”
“I do not think he would let me have anything that might distract me from my duties.” Sariel sighed as he finally took Seymour’s hand. “Or that would bring me joy.”
“See? Fuckin’ ass clown.” Seymour laced their fingers together. “If you happen to change your mind, let somebody know?”
Sariel quirked his brow.
“It’s me. I’m the somebody.”
“Oh! Of course.” Sariel’s blush deepened. “We should probably get going soon. The twins are expecting us.”
“Right.” Seymour had been so desperate to escape this house, but now he didn’t want to leave.
He now wished they could stay here and not have to worry about demons or faeries or anything else. There was nothing he wanted more than to bake cookies, hold Sariel’s hand, and listen to him talk for hours. Just yesterday, Seymour had thought dealing with his father’s estate was going to be the most stressful thing this week.
Ha.
With a groan, Seymour conceded, “Might as well get it over with, right?”
“I am ready if you are.” Sariel reluctantly pulled away.
“Right. Yup.” Seymour sighed. “Anything I should know before we go? Do we need some garlic or somethin’?”
“That doesn’t work on fae.”
“Good to know. Know anythin’ that does?”
