He met Killian’s gaze once more, his smile dropping at the serious expression on his lover’s face.
“We’ll talk later…” the Siren said softly.
Cyrus took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Yeah, later… I… I love you.”
Killian remained quiet for a moment, giving Cyrus’ heart a good scare, before finally, he softly murmured back, “Love you too. Sleep.”
“Mm,” he grunted, closing his eyes as he tried to ease the tension in his body enough to fall asleep.
Warm, it was so warm.Ender couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up without feeling even an inkling of cold.
He frowned when he shifted slightly and pain rippled through his back, though he felt the awful tightness that came with healing as well. It was like a sharp, annoying slice of coldness.
Okay, he was mostly warm, but in pain…
Ender breathed in deeply, his eyes still closed, his frown deepening at the scent that invaded his nose. While the majority of what he was smelling was pleasant—a thick, musky patchouli scent—underneath there was a hint of something else…thiscrisp, earthy ozone scent that was setting his nerves on edge. But his still sleep clouded brain was failing to remember why.
This smell…Where do I—A GRIMM!
Ender bit down without hesitation as the realization hit.
His eyes snapped open, him waking up fully as the man whose pec he’d just plunged his teeth into bellowed, “WHAT THE FUCK, ENDER?!”
Another body, less warm than the one his front was plastered against, jerked beside him. The person sounded confused as they rasped, “What?!”
Instantly recognizing Killian’s voice, all the memories of exactly how he had fallen asleep last night came rushing forward, prompting Ender to bite down harder.
“ENDER, STOP!” Cyrus barked. The Fate placed a hand on the back of his head, but the Cryptid made no move to try to yank him off, or hurt him.
Ender heard the covers shift as Killian moved, likely peeking at what exactly was going on. Something that was confirmed when the Siren, sounding somewhat tired and yet also bored, murmured, “Oh…he’s biting you.”
“No shit! Get him off!” Cyrus growled.
The bed shifted as the Siren moved again, but suddenly it stopped. “No, I don’t think I will,” the man said sweetly, his voice sending a shudder down his spine.
His brow rose at that, but he remained where he was, happily attached to his current chew toy. A Fate and an enemy, the man may be, but he had to say, Cyrus Grimm had anicepair of tits—very nice. Not that a taken man’s chest really mattered to him.
“W-WHAT?!” Cyrus sputtered, the sound vibrating against his mouth. “Why not?!”
“You’ve been hiding things and lying to me for months. A snake bite is the least you deserve.”
Oh, relationship drama! And Ender had a front row seat! Well, it was more of a front row chest to steal warmth from as he listened in. He couldn’t actually see anything with his face buried into the Fate’s chest.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the only one lying and keeping secrets, now, was I?”
He felt the Siren flinch, sort of giving away that the Grimm was right. The question was, what secrets was Ender about to hear?!
“Wouldn’t happen to know why you were kidnapped, would you, Killian?”
Killian chuckled, the sound making his insides churn a bit in an unpleasant way, his instincts telling him it was a warning he should pay attention to. “I don’t know. I would think that me hiding that I was getting some overly disturbing emails from my deranged sperm donor isn’t exactly comparable to you having a vision of me dying.”
The Fate flinched at the words. “Figured that out, huh?”
So, it was Killian’s father who had sent the traffickers after the man… It would fit what Ender knew of the creepy old bastard. Thaitros Nyvanus was not someone who liked giving up control.
“Yeah, Cyrus, I figured it out. You kind of made it easy with how guilty you’ve been acting. Ha—here I thought the world must be ending with how you were behaving, but as it turned out, it was just little old me!”
Old?! Young people really had an ass backwards understanding of age!
