Stepping away from the door and holding his arm, Quintus walked over to the sink. Moaning and tryingto catch his breath, and he thought maybe he could try to push his shoulder back into place. His eyes widened as he looked into the sink and noticed the water was red and not clear. He tried turning off the faucet as the basin was filling up and starting to overflow, but the handle broke off in his hand.
Slowly he backed away from the sink, stopping when his back hit the cold wall. His gaze moved from the basin to the stained mirror, seeing words appear. He was no longer a little scared but fucking terrified—an emotion he hadn't felt since the night he’d killed his father.
I’ve found you, Q…
He closed his eyes, because he didn't want to see the rest.
Please, Scott, come and get me.
“Quintus!”
Quintus's eyes snapped open, and he shot up, looking around. He was on the couch in Scott's house.
How the fuck did I get here? How did I get home? Have I been dreaming all this time? Did I even meet with Donald?
“Baby, are you okay? You’re shaking.”
He didn't answer Scott, he threw his arms around his mate and buried his face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He winced from the slight pain in his right shoulder but pushed the shock to the side. He didn't want to believe what he’d experienced was real. He just needed his mate to hold him and drive away his fears. All he needed was Scott to protect him. He was still shaking as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“Quintus…”
“Just hold me, please,” he begged Scott.
“Okay kitty, anything you want.”
Scott wrapped his arms tighter around him and didn't ask any more questions. It was a dream he kept telling himself.
If it was a dream, then why did it feel so real? Am I losing my damn mind?
He hadn't had a nightmare since he and Scott had started seeing each other.
So why now?
Chapter Twenty-One
Scott was worried about his mate. When he’d come home, he’d found Quintus sleeping on the couch? for the second time that week.
Scott chalked it up to him being tired, since he was always up and out the door at the crack of dawn to start his day. But it was the first time he’d heard a scream coming from his mate?—as if he was in pain.
When he’d rushed over to Quintus, he’d been drenched in sweat, eyes moving wildly under his lids. Scott hadn’t thought twice about waking him up and had almost fallen on his ass when Quintus had sat up quickly.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream—just a bit weird.”
“If you say so.” He sat down next to Quintus and pulled him into his arms, kissing him on his forehead. Quintus circled his arms around Scott’s waist, resting his head on his chest.
“Do you mind if we skipped our nightly spanking?”
Scott brows creased together in concern.
Quintus loves his nightly spankings.Maybe he’s really not okay.
“If that is what you want.”
“It is,” Quintus answered. “I just want you to hold me tonight. I feel safest when I’m in your arms.”
Scott pressed his lips to the crown of his head. “I’ll do anything you want.”
