As he got out and approached, one of Killian’s brows rose slightly when Cyrus crushed and discarded his phone in a compactor bin nearby.
He smiled hesitantly. “Let’s get you loaded up.”
Killian foldedthe tablet and slipped it back into his purse as he finished disabling all the fun tracking devices on Cyrus’ SUV, some of which he himself had set up, before putting into place signal blocks to ensure nothing could be remotely turned back on.
“It’s done, they won’t be able to follow us. I’ve also set up a camera block that will force any street cams to loop the seconds before we are on frame. Though, I’ll have to turn that off once we get far enough. After a while, it will become too noticeable.” Hegrimaced, looking over at the Fate. “At least, it would be to me. I'm not sure how long it would take the others in my department to notice, despite the training I implemented. Speaking of the Bureau, we only have a maximum of two weeks of leave without reason… Something I haven’t put in for, and I'm guessing you didn’t either.”
Cyrus oddly winced at the mention of work, as he put the vehicle into drive and quickly set it to auto mode, before it started forward, following the route already programmed into the navigation.
Frowning, Killian asked, “What is it?”
“About that… So, I sort of…quit…for us both.”
His eyes widened in shock before the rage took over. “You—YOU DID WHAT?!”
Cyrus groaned. “I know, I know what you are thinking!”
“Oh good, then it won’t be a surprise when Imurderyou!”
“I definitely realized I shouldn’t have done it only seconds after I said it to my cousin, Brom. But as I had just quit, and well…I really didn’t want to reverse course in the face of the idiot ranting.”
Killian rolled his eyes. “You just didn’t want the arrogant jackass to win.” He blinked. “Wait…why did you tell him you were quitting anyway? Like, why him specifically?”
While Brom Grimm was in the upper rankings of the Cryptid Enforcement Bureau, specifically part of the Governing Council that helped decide inner policy changes, he wasn’t at the top, and he wasn’t who Cyrus answered to as a Branch Director.
“I tried Etholus on his private line, but he didn’t answer, and Brom was who picked up when I called the other number.”
“I see…” Killian frowned. Pushing down the anger at Cyrus deciding something like this for him, he let the shock settle in. “Did you seriously quit the Bureau?”
“I did. I wasn’t sure there was another option now. I do know I shouldn’t have quit for you. That was your decision to make.”
“The decision for either of us to quit should have been made together, Cyrus, not individually. We may not have trouble with money, as many do, but it's still a big financial decision, and we are getting married…at least I hope we still are…”
Cyrus jolted in his seat, looking instantly alarmed, before the man grabbed onto his left hand almost desperately. “Yes! Yes, we are still getting married. I’m sorry, I—” The Fate swallowed hard. “—I should have talked to you first. I don’t know… I just…”
“You have a bad habit, Cyrus, of making decisions and putting them into place without talking to anyone.”
“I do… I’ll do better. I’m sorry, Baby.”
Killian took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I am surprised, though, that you made it so easily. Considering you are the whole reason I work there in the first place.”
“I think maybe the idea was lurking in the back of my mind from the moment I changed your fate. It was reason enough. Really, us staying was a risk. At any time, there was always a chance you’d run into someone in my family. Which would have put you in danger, if whoever it was happened to peek at your threads. While an unnaturally mended thread is hardly different than any other, it is still noticeable. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what we were going to do about the wedding. And now with the whole Ender being pregnant thing, I guess I just couldn’t ignore it any longer.”
Killian’s eyes widened at the wedding part. “It never even crossed my mind that we wouldn’t be able to invite any of them.”
Cyrus chuckled tiredly. “Yeah, I was sort of thinking that eloping was the best option, but I didn’t know if you’d agree.”
“I mean, to be honest, I’ve had numerous dreams about my wedding, with most leaning towards the horrifying. I’ve only had positive thoughts on the matter since starting to date you. WhileI definitely had some fantastical ideas in mind, eloping wouldn’t upset me. And I feel it may be the only option now.” He sighed. “Wedding and job aside—the latter I am still pissed about mind you—what are we going to do about Ender and the…babies, Cyrus?”
The Fate stared for a moment before saying, “I have no fucking clue. My brain has not made it that far.”
Well, at least they were on the same page there. “How do you—” He wrinkled his nose. “—feel about it?”
“I…don’t know. Terrified? You?”
“Like there is this feeling of impending doom, one that I haven’t had since escaping from the ocean.”
Cyrus grimaced. “What do you want to do about the babies and Ender?”
