Sawyer’s arms tightened around him, pulling him even closer. “I could never hate you. But, and I say this in all seriousness, so you better listen up because there is exactly one way for you to earn back my trust. Actually, make that two ways.”
Draco took another deep breath and leaned back so he could stare into Sawyer’s eyes.
“Anything,” he promised.
Sawyer grinned and wiggled his eyebrows and Draco knew he was in for it. “First, you can’t lie to me anymore. That’s a deal breaker. I get that you had to keep things a secret before, but now that we know what we know, I’m in. If there’s something you can’t tell me because you’re a guardian or whatever, then just tell me that. I talked to Eduard earlier and I respect your ancient role and duty. I won’t get in the way of it, but I’m not willing to just go away either. You’re part of my life and I’m not giving you up without a fight. So no lies and you tell me if you have some important dragon business that you can’t talk about and I’ll be okay with that.”
“I swear it.”
“And second, and this iscriticallyimportant—”
Draco sighed. “Yes, I will shift into my dragon and light marshmallows on fire so you can make s’mores.”
Sawyer cracked up and pulled Draco into another hug. “And that is why you are now, and always will be, my best friend.”
Draco couldn’t help the way his arms tightened, instinctively trying to keep Sawyer as close as possible. “Promise?”
“I swear it,” Sawyer replied.
Henry
Waking up plastered to the front of an extremely hot guy wasn’t exactly a hardship. Realizing there was a puddle of drool on said hot guy’s chest? Priceless. Henry wiped at his mouth and began the process of untangling himself from Andvari’s hold. He wasn’t surprised when the vampire tried to tug him back down beneath the covers. For all of his fierceness, Andi wasn’t exactly a morning person.
“I need food,” Henry whispered. “Let me up.”
“Humans,” Andvari growled in reply. But he loosened his hold and let Henry climb from the bed.
Usually, the morning after a vision was spent with his head hanging in a toilet. The thought of food didn’t cross his mind for hours, sometimes even an entire day, depending on how tight a hold the resulting migraine had on him.
This morning, however, wasn’t like that at all. Not even the dim light from the bathroom was bothering Henry’s eyes. He carefully opened the bedroom door, waiting for the light to be too much. But nothing happened.
Henry followed the sound of voices to the kitchen and found Eduard standing at the stove while Draco and Sawyer cuddled against each other. He missed cuddles, and he was man enough to admit it. Growing up in a pack with five shifter siblings meant that Henry rarely woke up alone. Even before he’d been rescued by his dads, his brothers and sisters were always with him.
Ignoring that he barely knew the two men, Henry stumbled forward and managed to wiggle his way between them. When Draco tried to pull away, Henry grabbed his arm and kept him in place. Then he leaned against Sawyer, letting the coolness of his being null wash over him.
Sawyer chuckled and leaned his head against Henry’s for a moment. “Morning,” he said softly.
Henry grunted a reply. No one moved for a long minute, then Draco pressed up against his back and Henry let himself lean more heavily. This was the life. He’d much rather have these two hot guys curled around him than his brothers. It wasn’t the same at all and he liked that a whole lot.
The smell of bacon finally convinced him to open his eyes, at least long enough to find a piece for himself. He spied a pile of cooked slices on some paper towels and reached out his hand to steal one. He couldn’t reach. With a pitiful groan, Henry pushed away from Sawyer and leaned back against Draco. “I can’t reach the bacon,” he whimpered.
Draco chuckled and snagged one of the crispy strips for him. He dangled it in front of his face until Henry chomped off a bite. Sawyer began to laugh and Henry mock-glared at him.
“Oh come on, you’re pitiful. I thought I was bad in the mornings.”
“How are you feeling?” Eduard asked quietly.
“Surprisingly good,” Henry answered. “And hungry. Which is a first.”
“Sawyer brought food from his home. We will have to supply the house and repay his generosity.”
“Bacon,” Henry said and grabbed another slice. “And thank you, Sawyer. Everything was kind of crazy last night. I meant to go online and get food ordered so we could pick it up today.”
“We need to hire staff,” Eduard said.
“Staff?” Sawyer asked. “Why? I mean the place is big, but notthatbig.”
Henry laughed and hopped up on the counter so he was sitting thigh to thigh with Sawyer. “Eduard isn’t used to doing menial tasks himself. Cooking is beneath him, but since Andi and I are both helpless at it, he’s had to help out. My Nana made them promise they wouldn’t let me eat fast food all the time. And oh my God, I’ve got to call them back! Dad’s going to kill me.”
