“And why would you…or ratherwedo that?”
“Because you lucky sperm donors one and two, have knocked up?—”
“—my Boss.”Soren frowned when Cyrus remained quiet. “Hello? Earth to Cyrus!?” He pulled his phone from his ear, and feathers sprouted instantly across his skin as fire shot out around him, his rage instantaneous on seeing the call had disconnected.
Cyrus stared wide-eyedat the crushed phone in his hand, his heart feeling as if it was trying to burst from his chest. He flinched when his normal phone started to ring. Dropping the now destroyed bit of technology, he rushed to answer.
“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD JUST HANG UP ON ME, YOU ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH!?!” Soren roared in a southern accent that was as thick as Ender’s.
“I…” He tried and failed to explain himself, his brain still reeling from what the man had implied.
“Oh, do you have an excuse?!” the man drawled sarcastically, his accent still just as thick.
Cyrus took a shuddered breath, before managing to stutter out, “I-I broke my phone.”
“YOU—” He heard air whoosh out of the man. The Harpy took a few breaths more before speaking again, the accent gone. “I…see.”
Swallowing hard, he slowly asked, “Are you…sure?”
Soren scoffed. “Been sure for almost three fucking months now. Congrats, fraternal twins with two different fathers.”
His eyes widened further. “I…I need to, uh… I need to sit down.” Cyrus shook his head. “No, I am sitting down…”
“Yeah, you sound so very with it. Inform the Siren, pack, and wait at your house. I’ll send the address. Remember, bring a lot of shit with you! Make sure it’s soft, possibly worn. May also be good to bring more to wear, but I suppose it really all depends on what you two plan to do with this bit of information.”
Cyrus set his phone down with a shaky hand when the call ended, swallowing again as he stared blankly at the wall for a moment.
Oh, fuck…oh, fuck. He had to…he had to…tell Killian.
“Ugh, Soren, you fucking bastard, why the hell didn’t you call him?! Leaving me to…”
Oh, fuck, oh, fuck… He stood with a gasp, knocking his chair over along with shit off his desk as he did.
Cyrus stumbled back when his head swayed.
Pregnant… Ender was…pregnant…
Killian looked between his screens,his brow raising high as his door was slammed open. It rose higher as a pale, terrified-looking Cyrus stumbled in, barely stopping himself from falling while hurrying to close the door.
“Is… Did they find out?” he rasped softly.
It had been quiet, and so far, there had been no repercussions from what Cyrus had done to save him. Well, aside from the man still not being able to read his threads.
Cyrus swallowed hard and shook his head, his eyes remaining far too wide and worried.
“Then…what is it?”
“Y-you should probably sit down.”
Killian blinked. “Cyrus…I am sitting down?”
“Right! I should sit down.”
As the Fate appeared to be swaying on his feet… “Yes, you probably should.”
Cyrus stumbled a few more times, but managed to pull out the chair and sit in front of Killian’s desk without falling. And then the man continued to sit there, saying nothing.
“Well…?” he asked with a stiff smile.
