Andthenhe had the audacity to smirk at him, get far too close, and make some joke about the fucking door.
The. Goddamned. Fucking. Door.
Sawyer walked out with a gorgeous smile on his face like Ciaran’s entire world didn’t just go careening off its axis.
Ciaran really wanted to hate him.
But he didn’t.
He just stood there, unable to speak, unable to breathe, taking every ounce of self-control he had to keep his human form. He felt his body shimmer and morph, his feet rooted to the floor, his human hands fisted, and gods fucking help him, he was about to follow Sawyer, about to track him down and throw him against the goddamn?—
But then Fray was there, putting his strong arms around Ciaran. He all but manhandled him out of the store, across the street, and to the pier. “Okay, back into the water with you.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he seethed.
Fray just laughed. “Ah, yeah, no you’re not. Fuck him, yes. Kill him, no.”
Ciaran didn’t even try and contain his rage at that, morphing into freeform as Fray dumped him into the water.
Ciaran bloomed an angry, violent red, swelling up, his limbs writhing, fighting to get back to the surface.
Back to Sawyer.
But Fray was right there with him in shades of warning blue, not having any of it.Calm the fuck down. Don’t make me zap you.
Ciaran hissed at him, his pride and rage sending incandescent spikes all over his body.Just fucking try it.
He didn’t mean that.
He would never fight with Fraser.
Luckily for both of them, Fray knew this.
Plus, Ciaran had felt Fray’s electrical charge once before. He didn’t fancy reliving that ever again.
Ciaran’s anger deflated, along with his pride and ego, and he shrank back down to the sea floor, under the jetty against the rocky wall. He morphed into a ruddy black colour, his spikes smoothing out with his temper, and like the fucking mature grown-up he was, he crossed all his limbs and pouted.
Fray laughed, bubbles escaping to the surface.You good now?
Fuck off.
He laughed again.I’ll go suggest Kellan pay Sawyer a visit.
Jealousy flashed through Ciaran, vibrant and consuming.
Calm down, for fuck’s sake, Ciar. He’s a doctor. He’ll fix him so when you surface, you can’t smell his blood.
His blood. His injury.
It was blisters, Ciar. Popped blisters on his hands. Not even a minor injury. What would happen if it was serious?
Ciaran hissed at him.You think I want this? Does it look like I want this?
Fray softened.I know you don’t. And I’m telling you this because I love you and you’re my brother.
Ciaran already knew he didn’t want to hear this...
You need to speak to him.
