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S.J. Himes
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December 31, 2019 - January 2, 2020
Angel’s expression was one he wasn’t sure he could decipher, then it hit him. He blinked and looked away, not sure how to handle it. Pride. His brother was proud of him. “Stop it, you’ll make this weird.” Angel smirked at him, and Isaac grumbled to himself about annoying older brothers.
“A… fucking bell.” He gasped out, before straightening and glaring at Constans’s handsome, smirking face. “You’re getting a bell, just like a housecat. A cute one, sky blue, with little plastic rhinestones on it and a tag that says PITA.”
Constans arched a brow imperiously, ignoring his laughing Elder. “Why blue?” “To match your eyes.” Isaac barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes, fighting back a laugh. “If I were a cat, I do believe I’d like that. And real diamonds please, nothing so tawdry as rhinestones.” Constans’s tone was pure arrogance and absolute sass.
“Why do I have a feeling that everyone knows what we’re doing on our date except for me?” Isaac questioned when they stopped to wait for the elevator. Two vampire guards stood on either side of the elevator doors, both studiously avoiding eye contact, though he thought he sensed amusement in their impassive expressions.
The elevator arrived with a soft chime, the doors opening soundlessly. Isaac wasn’t subtle about leaning into Constans’s side, thankful there wasn’t a guard in the elevator with them. He caught a shared glance of amusement between the guards as the doors slid shut. “Seriously, everyone knows but me.” Constans shrugged elegantly, chin lifted haughtily, eyes glimmering. “I have no notion of what you speak.” “Suuuurrreee,” Isaac drawled, sarcasm dripping. “I better get mind-blowing sex after all this,” Isaac warned Constans, who threw back his head and laughed.
“Ma petite flamme?” Isaac sniffed and nudged Constans with his elbow. “I’m not your little flame.” Cool lips touched his ear as Constans leaned down, whispering in his ear. “You burn bright, Isaac. You set me aflame.”
“I love you. I promise you an eternity of my love and support, never ending, never tiring. Forever is yours, and you will never be alone.”
He heard a chirp, and opened the bedroom door in time for a little green blur to wing his way into the bedroom. Eroch dive-bombed Isaac, landing on his back and chirping excitedly. “Eroch! Oh my gawd, I’m awake! Stop!” Isaac flailed and Eroch danced, leaping and hopping, his chirping loud in the room. Constans left the dragon to get Isaac out of bed, and he finished getting dressed. Isaac sat up in bed, hair disheveled, grumpy, and arms full of dragon.
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He looked over at their audience, and he could not stop the chuckle that escaped. Never had he seen Angelus Salvatore so surprised before. Mouth agape, eyebrows nearly in his hairline, and eyes unblinking, Angel was a sight to see. Daniel was surprised, but he was smiling at Isaac and gave him a blatant thumbs up and a grin, obviously pleased for his best friend. Isaac snorted out a laugh then lifted a foot and nudged Angel’s knee. “You alive, Angel?” Angel snapped out of it and pointed at Isaac. “Hey, watch it. And yes, I’m fine. Stop kicking me.” “You sure?” Isaac was trying not to sound
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He took a big bite of leafy greens and then waved his fork at Angel. “We gonna talk about the trap now or is everyone going to watch me eat like a bunch of weirdos?” “Chew with your mouth shut,” Angel rolled his eyes. “And now that the awkward portion of the morning is over, can we get on with my agenda please?”
“He’s never happy unless he’s the focus of attention in a room,” Isaac said after he swallowed his food, speaking to Constans. “I have come to realize that.” Constans schooled his features and refused to let on how amused he was by the situation. “Perhaps we should indulge your brother before he has a stroke. He’s looking a bit tense.” “Once Milly gets here. And she can hurry up,” Angel sighed. “My life is surreal.” Simeon put a hand on his mate’s shoulder, offering comfort.
Isaac went to Constans and held his hand, leaning into his side. “You two are getting along better.” “We have someone we both love in common,” Constans replied. “Love makes strange fellows.” “I like it when you talk all fancy,” he teased.
He knew he was blessed—by fate or destiny or a long-forgotten benevolent god from his mortal life, or perhaps even the goddess of death and magic, Hecate, that Angel and Isaac swore by—whatever
