For Cecil, no matter what the subject, if Sin commented on events of the past—more specifically, a part of history not necessarily documented—there would be an onslaught of questions. None came. Sin had to say that he was surprised by Cecil’s reaction to flying.
“They will be picking us up at theairport.”
“Mhmm.”
And he had completely lost Cecil. Sin could hear the erratic beating of the arcadian’s heart. He also appeared to be hyperventilating.
Sin reached over from his chair and rubbed Cecil’s leg. “Cecil, breathe.”
“Can’t,” Cecil croaked.
Sin grinned—well, since talking had not worked, Sin supposed he would have to resort to drastic measures. Sliding his hand up Cecil’s leg, he lightly brushed his fingertips over Cecil’s covered cock. The man choked on the air he had been desperately taking in and stared wide-eyed at Sin.
Well, well, what did they have here, Hyde thought with a grin as he watched Sin debark the plane with a young white-haired man. Benji had told him that Cecil was a cutie, but he had failed to mention how beautiful the man was.
Just look at those flushed cheeks—judging from the color in Sin’s, they had been up to something. The two were holding hands and Sin was smiling brightly. The man glowed with happiness—lucky bastard.
Cecil would admit Sin’s office was very posh. The floors and walls of the room were wooden, and the man’s desk was mahogany. Two old-looking lights hung on the wall behind the desk, and bookshelves lined the right and left. There were three reddish-brown, plush leather wing-back chairs in the room, one behind the desk and two in front.
The two in front of the desk were currently facing each other. Cecil was sitting in one and Sin the other. The chair was comfortable as fuck, and Cecil couldn’t even enjoy it. He couldn’t enjoy any of it. Because he was fucking pissed.
Glaring at Sin, Cecil tried to appear fierce with the hope of striking fear. It wasn’t working. At most, Cecil would say Sin appeared regretful, but not the least bit afraid.
“I apologize for not saying anything sooner.”
Eyes still ‘fierce’, Cecil smiled sweetly, crossing his legs as he leaned back in his chair. “So, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that tonight you and your little band ofmerry immortals are planning to jump knee-deep into a shitshow of guns, power, blood, and guts?”
“Yes…?” Sin said hesitantly.
“And you’ve known about said shitshow, which is taking down men who sell people for funsies, for weeks, and are only just now telling me?”
The man winced and nervously pulled at his tie. “Yes?”
“And these said men just so happen to know my father, who, big shocker, is involved in said selling of said people.”
“Yes,” Sin parroted.
“Is yes all you can say? Why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Cecil snapped.
Sin had been attending a lot of meetings since they’d arrived days ago, but Cecil had thought it had been normal.
Did Sin not trust him? Did he think Cecil would have tried to stop him? Not that he liked the idea of Sin going into battle. The man didn’t seem very violent, but Cecil would never interfere with his duties.
“I didn’t want you to worry about what I’m sure will turn into a fight. There were also other aspects that needed to be investigated. Which leads me to the rest of what I need to tell you…”
With that, Sin said no more.
By the Gods,Cecil thought in exasperation. “Well, out with it! What else is there?”
Sin licked his lips and said something that Cecil hadn’t been prepared for, or even had the slightest interest in talking about. “It is about your mother.”
“My mother? What about her?” Cecil asked, sounding as disinterested as he could manage.
Sin reached over and took hold of his right hand. “I canonly imagine that this is a painful subject for you, but I ask you to please listen to what I have to say.”
Pulling his hand away, he crossed his arms. “She left me, what else is there to tell?”
“She didn’t leave you.”
