“I hate to point this out,” Kavon started to say.
“Don't you dare say you're on vacation because we both know that's not true.” Coretta poked a finger in his direction to punctuate her words.
“I was going to point out that I can't even see the magic. I can't clean up what I'm incapable of perceiving.”
Coretta frowned. “Well, shit. That means this really is my mess. I hate you.”
He wouldn’t lie; he was grateful someone else was responsible for this problem. “Feel free to drag Rima and Milton into cleaning up.” That was the best he could do.
She pulled into the emergency drive of the Djedi Center. “I’ve got it. Go. Make sure Darren is okay,” Coretta said.
Kavon was already heading for the doors. Common sense told him that he’d feel it if Darren died. They had taken vows that tied their life forces together and joined them with their guides. Their fates were too entangled for one of them to die without the others knowing about it. Most likely, the rest of them would have died with Darren if he passed on to the spirit plane.
Kavon often pretended that he didn’t care what other people thought—he even lied to himself most of the time. But for the first time in his life, he genuinely didn’t give a flying fuck about the rest of the universe. He wanted to hold his lover’s hand and see those beautiful eyes open.
