Ender snickered. “Someone pissed off the pretty Siren.”
“I’d say so, damn.” Soren chuckled.
Smirking, Ender grabbed one last roll for his tray, before hurrying—okay, he was definitely limping over to Cyrus, but he was not going to let that get him down!
His smirk widened as he came up behind the Fate, and Ender cheekily said, “Pissed off the pretty Siren, did yah?”
Cyrus jumped at his words, the man dropping the two trays in his hand as he spun around. Ender’s brow rose when the Fate stood there staring wide-eyed at him, like he’d spotted a ghost.His brow rose further at the dark reddish-brown flush that spread across the larger man’s cheeks. Pure shock taking hold when, beyond all logic, without saying a word, Cyrus ran away, taking his small rain cloud with him.
Soren, who had followed him over, slowly asked, “Um…what…was that?”
Ender stared silently until the door the fleeing man had disappeared through closed, blocking his view down the hall, before saying, “I don’t know…but I’m guessing it has something to do with the rain cloud.”
Cyrus stumbled into the room,barely catching himself on the door frame to stop his fall. He winced as he straightened up and met Killian’s unimpressed gaze.
Standing there, arms crossed, the Siren said dryly, “I see you failed to get us food.”
Swallowing, he took a step inside, and the rain stopped the second he did, the cloud disappearing. “I…fuck—” Cyrus let out a string of curses, before finally managing to blurt, “It was Ender! The vision! We were fucking Ender. And—” He swallowed again. “—he was in the cafeteria, behind me, so I ran!”
Killian stared, his jaw dropping for a moment, before shaking his head and almost breathlessly rasping, “We—” The man pointed between them. “—were having sex with ENDER?!”
“YES!” he cried. “You see why I was having a hard time getting it out?!”
The Siren stared at him, his brow pinched and looking so very baffled. “And you’re sure it wasn’t just a?—”
“Yes! It wasn’t just a wet dream. For fuck’s sake, I know the difference!”
Killian walked over to the bed and plopped down as he took a deep breath. “You’re sure…?”
Cyrus wiped the water off his face with his hand, before going over and sitting down next to the man with a sigh. “Yes…I am sure.”
“Is this…because I lived?” Killian grimaced. “Maybe you were meant to be with Ender?”
He flinched, his hands clenching into fists. “Killian, if you had died, I would have followed you.”
“Cyrus Bartholomew Grimm!” the Siren hissed, shoving him hard. “Don’t ever say that again! Don’t even think it!”
He said it because he meant it. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind before, or even when he’d been changing Killian’s fate, but he knew it was true. If Killian was gone, Cyrus would be going with him. The truth was…he couldn’t see a life without the Cryptid.
Cyrus wrapped a soggy arm around the Siren, who protested, but didn’t pull away. “I don’t think it has anything to do with me being destined to be with Ender. You being alive had to have opened the path up. It would have never happened if you had died, because Ender wouldn’t be here right now, and what I saw definitely happened here… I recognized this room, the covers, and the bare minimum bed.”
“Do you see any other paths?”
Cyrus tried to look, doing his best to remain completely unaffected as he saw flashes of the same future as before, but when he looked to the threads, and tried to follow the ones he knew led to Ender…he didn’t see a damn thing.
He sighed. “It appears I’m only seeing what they want me to see, and that’s apparently nothing other than what I saw before waking up.”
“Well, shit,” Killian groaned. “I mean…have you ever been interested in adding someone else to our relationship before?”
“The thought never even crossed my mind,” Cyrus said honestly, and without hesitation.
The Siren huffed. “Well, it hasn’t really crossed mine either, but apparently, we are about to. So, like, it had to have crossed someone’s mind!”
“I changed your fate…and others by default. It’s possible this has nothing to do with past thoughts, and more a vision to influence our decisions towards doing what the threads want us to.”
“Which is apparently doing Ender,” Killian scoffed. “What exactly did you see?”
His face heated as he looked down into the man’s gaze.
