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And what if the one they did find didn’t like them one bit? That was a dilemma Soren was very…invested in…at the moment.
“That’s what you smell like. Like if the sea met a pine forest. And, um…cold. I don’t know how a person can smell cold, but you do.”
Because instead of doing better, Gabe had been getting worse. His world had stopped making sense a year ago. His anxiety kept building; his emotions kept spiraling. He felt like he was…pretending all the time. Pretending to have it together. Pretending to be happy. And he was terrified of anyone seeing through it. And now here he was, failing his family. Again.
At some point during the drive over, the bigger man had grabbed Soren’s hand, seemingly without noticing, and now he was still clinging to it like some sort of lifeline, his usual cocky swagger completely gone. The rare sign of vulnerability was doing very strange things to Soren’s heart.
“People want lots of things that are bad for them.” And didn’t Soren know it. “That’s half the fun, Highness.”
Soren chose not to answer himself. He and his brain weren’t on speaking terms anymore.
So Gabe found himself watching Interview with a Vampire with an actual vampire. His life no longer made any sense.
“Guess I am pretty typical, huh?” Except the annoying thing was, to Soren, Gabe was anything but.
Gabe normally put so much effort into pretending. For someone to see through it and not run away? He could get addicted to that feeling.
“You’re jealous.” Soren approached Gabe with a shark’s grin on his lips. “How silly of you.”
“Do you know how many men I’ve fucked since coming to this town?” Soren asked, his voice mild. Gabe was going to be sick. He really didn’t want to know that number. Soren chuckled at his silence. “Zero,” he whispered into Gabe’s ear. “None. Not a one. Do you know why?” Gabe shook his head, or at least as much as Soren’s tight grip would allow. Soren’s pale eyes peered into his own. “You’re not ready to know, Highness. Suffice it to say, the beast inside me—the one driven to feed and to fuck—it’s a little fixated lately. On one single idiot in particular.”
“I just—the thought of you with someone else…,” Gabe started, but he didn’t know how to end the statement. “You don’t like it,” Soren finished for him. “I hate it,” Gabe bit out. “I wanted to strangle Monroe.” Soren grinned at him, his hand and hips stilling. When had that manic grin stopped looking unsettling and instead become sexy as hell? “Good,” Soren declared, baring his teeth even wider. “Because if I see you with anyone else, I’ll rip their throat out.” Jesus.
“Fuck. Yes. I don’t know.” Gabe was practically delirious with pleasure. “Baby. Brat. Baby brat.”
“And I don’t mind who you flirt with, brat, as long as I get to be the one who takes you home at the end of the night.”
Mate. The idea didn’t seem all that ridiculous.
Gabe could be calm in an emergency. He could put his emotions on the back burner to save a life. And he would save Soren’s life.
Gabe could accept magic in his life, if Soren came with it.
That was the thing about manipulative assholes. They really hated being called out on their own bullshit.
Soren giggled. “And your childhood home is little. And quaint.” “You’re little and quaint” was Gabe’s super mature response. Take that, vampire.
