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“Yes. I don’t even know how to explain what happened. I broke something in my mind,” he said. “I broke something in me.”

“Oh, Hadeom,” Fyn whispered. He kissed his forehead. “You’re not broken.”

“I was,” he said. “And you should know, Fyn, I might be still. I will tell you everything, I promise. I will answer all questions, though perhaps we should get the human off this mountain.”

Sawyer’s mouth fell open. “Okay, first of all, fuck you. And second... that’s a good idea, thank you.”

Chapter

Twenty

FYN

The descent down the mountain was much faster than the climb up. Fyn actually enjoyed the hike down to the police cruiser because he was with Hadeom. Fyn could have run, and Hadeom could have flown, but they went at Sawyer and Ciaran’s pace.

Fyn was just happy to spend time with him, together in the open, no more hiding. He was so thankful that Hadeom had woken up and had come to find him.

He’d kissed him. He’d actually kissed Hadeom, and he might have told Pax that he was in love with Hadeom, something he hadn’t even told Hadeom himself. Not directly; not until he’d blurted it out in front of him. He would tell him, though. He would tell him every day.

As they reached the police cruiser, it was decided that the day had been long enough, and Hadeom could speak to the consortium tomorrow. That included speaking to Salem, which was not going to be an easy conversation.

But for tonight, they all needed a hot shower, food, and bed.

And what Fyn needed more than anything was to kiss Hadeom again. To hold him. To make sure he was okay.

As the police cruiser pulled up in front of Fyn’s little house, he was acutely aware that they were about to be alone together.

“We’ll tell the others to expect a meeting tomorrow,” Ciaran said.

“Have fun tonight,” Sawyer said, grinning at Fyn. “Remember, cooking oil can work in a pinch.”

“Babe, don’t make it weird,” Ciaran mumbled.

Fyn ignored the burn in his cheeks when he closed the cruiser door. Their friends drove down to the station, leaving Fyn and Hadeom alone.

The night was cold, drizzling rain, and utterly silent.

Hadeom made a face. “I can, uh, I can go back to the hut. In fact, I probably⁠—”

“No.” Fyn took Hadeom’s hand and led him up the front steps. “You can stay here. With me.”

Inside, Fyn noticed the warmth first. Someone had kept the fire alight for them. The mattress was still on the floor, the blanket now folded neatly at one end. Though he couldn’t exactly say, he felt he had Kellan to thank for that.

And there was a faint smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen, where the only light in the house was still on.

Fyn led Hadeom through to the kitchen, still holding his hand. Atop the stove was a pot of.... He pulled back the lid. “Vegetable soup.” And under a clean linen dishtowel were two fresh-baked bread rolls.

“I’m guessing Otis or Hudson did this,” Fyn said. “They are too kind.”

Hadeom didn’t say anything, so Fyn turned to face him. “Are you okay? You must be hungry and tired. You’ve been through a lot these past few days.”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Tired, though I shouldn’t be after resting for so long.” Then his stomach growled.

Fyn laughed. “Your stomach has put in a formal request for food.”

Fyn dished up two bowls of soup and, taking the bread, he walked back into the front room. Ignoring the small lounge, he sat on the mattress. “Let’s eat by the fire.”

Hadeom took his spot beside him, but he appeared nervous. “You took your mattress off your bed for me?”