“You can’t run away from your past anymore, Alistaire. The last attack was only a warning.”
“I know. I just don’t know what to say to him.”
“I can tell you’re falling in love with him.”
Alistaire looked out of the window, recalling how cute Crevan looked trying to hide the Christmas gift behind his back.
“Do you think it’s too soon?”
Rosemary smiled and took his hand. “I heard someone once say love has no measurement of time. When you find the one you love, don’t wait to tell them.”
Alistaire nodded, understanding her words.
* * *
Fox sat up in bed,gasping for air and holding his chest. It had been hurting a lot more lately.
Fuck, another dream.
It was the one about when he was killed in the warehouse, but there was a twist, right after he was stabbed he would wake up in a garden filled with the most beautiful flowers and Marie Laveau standing beside him. Just as she reached out to touch him, Fox woke up from his dream.
What the fuck is going on? I’m happy, finally. Why would I be dreaming about that night? Am I still unsettled about my past life?
Truthfully, Fox hadn’t thought about the night he died since he’d accepted he was Crevan Hannigan. He hadn’t thought about revenge or trying to figure out who had killed him. After two years, Fox figured someone would have found the murderer, and everyone had moved on with their lives. He didn’t have friends in his past life, so there wouldn’t be anyone to mourn his death. Movement beside him pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked at his mate.
I’m not the man I used to be anymore. I didn’t believe in anyone else but myself. In the past, I didn’t care who was in my life and who wasn’t, but now I do.
Moving closer to Alistaire, Fox laid his head down on his lover’s chest, and instantly the man wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his forehead.
“Did Genesis wake up?” Alistaire asked, his voice deep from sleep.
“No, she’s still sleeping.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just had a weird dream,” Fox told him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Alistaire glided his hand along Fox’s side, making him think of other things.
“No.” Fox caressed Alistaire’s chest hoping to distract him. “Since everyone’s asleep, and we’re awake, why don't we put the time to good use.” Fox kissed Alistaire on his chest.
“What do you have in mind?”
Fox crawled on top of Alistaire’s body, sitting his ass on his lover’s cock. He took off his sleep shirt and threw it on the floor.
“Well, by my calculations, it is Christmas Eve. So, do you need to ask?”
Alistaire opened his eyes, and Fox could see the underlining red seeping through. He grabbed Fox by the back of his neck and hips, then rolled them over.
“No, you don’t.” He kissed Fox taking his mind off his dream and everything else.
* * *
Alistaire openedup the cherry wood case and ran his fingers along with the sword that once belonged to Lochlan McBain.
For years, he’d searched for the sword until he and Synder had found it at an auction. Synder loved collecting rare items from history, and they had attended an auction so the vampire could get a rare pocket watch. However, after Alistaire had spotted the Cawood sword with his family’s crest and name embedded in the hilt, he hadn’t been able to walk out of the auction house without it. They’d bid five million for his family heirloom.
Since the auction, Alistaire had been collecting any remnants of his past, keeping them safe in storage—waiting for the day he could display them. However, his father’s sword went everywhere with him, never leaving his side. Other than the sword, Alistaire had been searching for his parents' wedding bands. He’d gone to auction houses and antique stores hoping someone had found them.
