Teddy licked behind his ear. “For you.”
Wren purred in his arms, hands sneaking down the back of his collar to knead like a pleased cat over the cursemark he knew sat between his shoulderblades. “That’s the smartest thing you’ve ever done.”
Teddy laughed, taking his mouth in another kiss and groaning as Wren arched into him. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. It’s been so long.”
Wren licked his lip in a small kittenish flick. “You already have been and I didn’t want you to leave. I won’t want you to this time either.”
Teddy’s eyes darkened. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Little Bird.”
“Who says I won’t keep them?” Wren said, slowly raking his nails over Teddy’s skin, the sensitivity of the mark making him shiver.
The crunch of gravel and the growl of an engine cut into their moment, making Teddy’s heart pick up the pace. He let Wren slide back to the ground reluctantly before creeping along to peek around the corner.
What he saw made his heart stop completely.
Kellan.
Chapter 17
Wren
Wren was sick of being interrupted.
It felt like days of torture when all Wren wanted was to be left alone with his Teddy.
Seeing the way Teddy plastered himself to the wall, shoulders tightening like he was bracing himself for an imaginary impact shifted his focus from annoyance to worry though.
There was only a single person Teddy acted like this with.
“How did he know where we would be?” Wren asked.
Teddy avoided his gaze. “He always knows.”
Wren grabbed his chin and made their eyes meet again. “Does he track you? Is he stalking you?” Teddy tried to smile. It was all for show though, Wren could tell. “Please tell me.”
“I haven’t checked in. He finds me when he thinks I’m straying from the path.”
“What path?”
“Whatever one he has in his head. Perfect cursebreaker? I have no idea, Wren. I’ve never known what he wants from me.”
“I’m waiting, Damir,” was called out into the space between them.
“He hates being ignored,” Teddy whispered. “And I’ve been ignoring him lately.”
Wren wanted to scoff at the idea of being on Kellan’s leash. Of course they didn’t check in. Wren had never had any real intention of doing so. But looking at Teddy’s face, he realized Teddy didn’t agree that they had any choice in the matter. To him, Kellan was the walls around him and the chains that bound him. To him, Kellan was inescapable.
Teddy clutched his head in his hands. “Look, I’ll handle him. I’ve been doing it for years. Just stay here.”
As Wren watched him screw up all his courage to protect him even though he was clearly terrified, Wren set his jaw and broke out of his hold, storming around the corner.
It was Teddy’s turn to be protected.
“Wren!”
Teddy tried to grab him, but Wren had always been faster. He was a shark that had already scented blood in the water as he sprinted toward his target.
Kellan was leaning against the hood of his car, arms and legs crossed, his tailored suit and black trench coat looking out of place in the surroundings.
