Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 24.3

 

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Chapter 24.3

Tristan looked around at all the different beings gathered to watch the scrying.

“Everyone is to remain silent and still. If you don’t you could distract me or Fran and that will break the spell. Is that understood?”

Everyone nodded and settled in for the show.

Tristan took a deep breath and ran over the spell in his head again. It was a relatively simple spell, usually taught to beginners. However, it was usually an item being used as the focus. Not a living being. That was why Tristan had Ned casting with him. Two casters meant the spell would be more stable and in the event something distracted one caster, the other would keep everything going.

“Now, Fran, you remember everything Ned and I told you?” Tristan sat crossed legged on the floor in front of the little girl.

Fran nodded. “I sit still and think of the bad lady.”

Tristan nodded with a smile. “That’s right. Elder Jamison is going to shield us so the bad lad won’t know what’s going on. Then Ned and I will find her. We ready?” The last comment was made to encompass Ned and Jamison who both joined him and Fran on the floor.

Once everyone was settled Tristan held his hands out to Ned. They moved so they both had an arm either side of Fran, effectively making her the centre. They each had a crystal in one hand and a map was laid out on either side of Fran on the floor under the crystals.

Jamison waved his hands and a glowing sphere encircled them all, keeping the spectators out. As soon as the shield was complete Tristan and Ned started chanting softly.

The crystals swayed and spun. Tristan and Ned kept up the chanting, the rise and fall of the spell almost hypnotising in its patterns.

After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes the crystals both jerked from Ned and Tristan’s hands and fell to the maps. Neds had whipped right over Fran and had landed in the same place as Tristan’s.

“We’ve got her.” Ned crowed, just as both he and Tristan fell to the side unconscious.

***

It took an hour for Tristan and Ned to be sufficiently recovered that the medics would allow them to attend a meeting. On the condition they stayed seated and ate the meal the medics had got sent in.

“so, she is northwest of here?” Simon asked.

Tristan nodded, swallowing the mouthful of food he had before replying. “Yep, I’d say she is about three hours away. Judging by the map she is in a mountain region and if I had to guess she has probably found some caves to hole up in. Although, from what you’ve told us about her, Kitryn, she doesn’t strike me as the sort to want to give up her creature comforts. Electric, hot water, a soft bed, all these seem to be things she’d want. At least for herself.”

Kitryn nodded. “Oh, yes, she was always high maintenance from what I remember.”

“So, what’s our next move?” Simon looked around the meeting table. “We know where she is so now we need a plan.”


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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 24.2

 

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Chapter 24.2

“Kitty. Simmie. Fran need you.”

Peter’s yelling brought the meeting to an abrupt end. Kitryn jumped up and was only beaten to the door by Simon because of his damn vampire speed.

He reached the doorway to see Peter in Simon’s arms talking so fast his words ere running over each other.

“Fran said find you. She say mama want you. You got to hurry. She say not long.”

“Okay, calm down. Deep breath.” Simon spoke softly in Peter’s ear. “Now, is Fran in her room?”

Peter nodded and Simon glanced at Kitryn. Kitryn nodded as well and they all headed at a fast walk up the hallway back to their rooms with the rest of the meeting participants following.

By the time they all piled into Fran’s room, they’d managed to lose about half their number. Those that stayed had agreed to update the others who were waiting in the living room as there wasn’t enough space for everyone in a child’s bedroom.

Fran was sitting in her mother’s glowing arms.

Kitryn felt tears threatening as he took in how exhausted his sister was looking. Even through the glow he could see her skin was pale and there were dark circles under her eyes.

Kitryn continued to catalogue Jenny’s features as she recited everything she’d overheard.

“The bitch is crazy,” Simon burst out. Then he flushed at the glare he received from Jenny for the bad language. “Sorry. But she is mad. If by some twist of fate she had been Fran’s mother then Fran wouldn’t have the power she has now. She got that power from her mother. Why would she think otherwise?”

Jenny shook her head. “I don’t think she is in her right mind. From what I know she was always a bit possessive and jealous. But this is something else altogether. Her brother seemed at first to be trying to calm her down. However, as I listened it seemed he was quietly egging her on.” She heaved a sigh. “Look, I can’t stay much longer, or I run the risk of someone coming in to check up on me. I will visit again if I hear anything. Let Fran sleep and remind her I love her when she wakes.”

Before Kitryn could form the words he wanted to say she was gone. What if that was the last time he saw her? Even if they rescued her, how long would she live with her mate gone? He’d lost her once, he didn’t think he could cope with losing her again. What about Fran?

He was shaken from his worries by Simon slipping an arm around his waist. “Let’s go join the others, Love.”

He let himself be led out of the room and listened as the meeting resumed in their living room with the new information.

“How does this help us? We already knew she was cuckoo. We need to know her plans.” The big troll was folded in half sitting on the floor.

“Since we know Fran is her focus why don’t we try the scrying spell that was suggested a while back. There would be no danger to Fran and with the Fae here we have plenty to magical power to both power the spell and to protect the casters.”

Tristan was looking at Kitryn as he spoke and Kitryn appreciated the attempt to allay any fears for Fran’s safety. However, nothing short of seeing Cheryl dead at his feet would calm his nerves now.

“How long will it take to set up for the spell? And can we wait for Fran to wake up instead of disturbing her?”

Tristan waved a hand. A few more hours are not going to make any difference. Let her sleep and let me know when she wakes. I will make sure everything is set up and ready to go at a moments notice.”


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Short Scene – Please Mr Postman

I was listening to some music today and an oldie came on that made me come up with this short scene.


Please Mr Postman

Kevin sat on the window seat looking out at the pouring rain. He sighed and thought how the rain matched his mood.

It had been months now since he’d seen Jeremy. Stupid military. Jeremy had given his notice that he wasn’t going to renew his contract seven months ago. One month later he was sent to Iraq with two months left on his contract. That was six months ago. There was a new excuse every time one of them asked when he was going to be released to return home. First, there was no one to take over his post. Apparently, his skill set as a tech was hard to find and so they asked him to hang on a bit. Then when a replacement was found he needed extra training to be able to do the specific job Jeremy is doing. Then the fighting in the area Jeremy was in heated up and transporting anyone in or out of the area was considered too dangerous.

Kevin hadn’t heard anything new in over a month and he was worried sick. He knew he was only emergency contact listed on Jeremy’s papers, so if the worst happened he would be informed. But that just made the worry worse. He jumped every time the phone or doorbell went. What if this call was the call? What if the person at the door bore bad news?

Movement caught his attention and Kevin saw the postman pause at his gate rummaging in his bulging bag of letters and parcels. the rain was pouring off the man’s waterproof hat and a thick coat bundled around him. He reminded Kevin of a blue Michelin Man.

Would there be news? Would he get another letter saying Jeremy was staying even longer? Or would he get the news he was waiting for, that Jeremy was coming home?

The rattling of the letterbox brought Kevin out of his spiralling worrying thoughts with a start. He jumped up and an for the door. Whatever the news the post brought, it would be better than the feeling of being in limbo he felt every day that he woke up to no news.

On the doormat sat three letters and a postcard that was just poking out from the bottom of the pile. Kevin pounced on the mail and flicked through until he reached the postcard.

When he revealed the picture he froze. The card showed the front of his house. The photo had obviously been taken in the summer. There were bright flowers in his window boxes and bushes of lavender around his borders.

Finally, Kevin flipped the card over and hi frown deepened. There was no stamp or address on the card. But in bold letters there was written:

Come outside I need to hug you.

It couldn’t be…he wouldn’t…he would have called…but what if?

Kevin lifted a shaking hand and turned the lock to the front door. He tried to push down the hoe that was rising within him. what if it was a practical joke of some kind? Maybe his cousin had paid the postie to put the card through. It was something his cousin would find funny. Maybe he’d go out there and find a toy soldier on his doorstep again—another of his cousins’ pranks.

After a bit of a fight, the front door gave way and opened to reveal…the postman.

But it wasn’t the postman.

There, dressed in full postman gear, was Jeremy. Grinning like a loon and holding his arms open.

With a low cry, Kevin threw himself at Jeremy, heedless of how wet he was getting he wrapped himself around his husband and peppered his beloved face with kisses.

“How are you here? When did you get in? Why didn’t you call me? Where did you get those clothes from?” Kevin words ran over each other in his haste to ask everything he wanted to know.

“Calm down, love. I’m home now. I’ll explain everything, just let me signal Miguel that he can come get his bag and we can get inside out of this weather.

Kevin glanced at the gate to see his regular postman waving to them. Kevin waved back.

“Let’s get indoors.” Jeremy laughed and headed in.

Questions could wait for now. “Hmm, Yes, please Mr Postman.”


Inspired by Please Mr Postman sung by The Carpenters.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 24.1

 

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Chapter 24.1

Jenny kept her senses turned up full as she crept down the abandoned hallway. The dust was thick, showing no one had been down it in a long time, however, she didn’t want to take any chances. Faint voices pulled her forward and after a few yards, she put her ear to the wall.

She had to pull her head back slightly as Cheryl’s yelling voice echoed out.

“How did this happen? I told you none of those traitors were to be allowed to meet their mates.”

Another, quieter, male voice answered, “The cat met his mate before we even knew he’d survived and they arrived at the bear’s den. They were ready for the men we sent. Most were captured the rest were killed bar two who made it back. The mage they were sent after was far stronger than we believed. He was able to stun multiple men at once, he defended with spells far above the level two mage we were told he is supposed to be. His worthless father must have lied to us. As for the merman. I don’t know how he is still alive. The separation from his mate should have killed him by now, giving us one less elder to worry about. But, somehow, he is still living. I know it means we still have his mate but I don’t think the trade-off is working in our favour. she hasn’t had a vision for ages and the transfer spell has no effect on her.

“The vamp elder was supposed to leave the others when his mate was taken. Instead, he replaces her and we are no nearer to getting our hands on that little powerhouse they are protecting. Now even more elders have arrived and she is even better protected.

“We both know she should have been your daughter. If Mars hadn’t banished you so that tramp could take your mate, you would have given life to the most powerful seer this world has ever seen. You would have raised her. You would have rained her. And we wouldn’t have to do all this to get what we deserve.”

“Don’t you think I know that, you sod. How was I to know that snivelling idiot was going to meet someone and they were going to convince him they were his fated mate? I thought I had him cured of that nonsense. Why should we let some unknown deity control who we spend our lives with? I mean the bloke who tried to claim me was a loner! A loner for goodness sake. He moved from pack to pack, doing odd jobs and then moving on. He expected me to just fall in with him and go with him. Me! Roving the packs, no electric, no heating, hunting for my food. Like hell I was going to live like that.”

A laugh echoed out.

“He was so sure I was so hot for him I’d do anything, he didn’t even blink when the knife went in his chest. Just stared at me in confusion. Then the bastard I chose left me for some skinny bitch who smelled good. I need to get that child. With her by my side I will be able to join the pack of my choice. The high council will have to start listening to me if I control her power. They will have to make sure I have everything I want or I won’t ever let them see their precious seer.”

“You mean everything we need.” The male voice growled.

“Of course, Brother dear. You know I will never abandon you.”

Brother? Jenny held back a gasp. Why did she never know Cheryl had a brother?

A knock brought her attention back to Cheryl. “What?”

“One of the seers’ is awake again. You asked to be told.” The female voice sounded terrified and Jenny started to wonder just how many people were helping Cheryl willingly and how many were being forced somehow.

“I’ll be right there.”

Jenny head he door close.

“Let’s see what this seer can see this time. We need to take out some of these elders so the little brat loses protection. Then we can go in to get her.”

Their voices faded away as the door opened and closed again.

Jenny took some deep breaths before she started to make her way back to her room, she needed to pass his information on. Hopefully, she would be able to visit Fran tonight.

 


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Blog Tour – Recent Release – The Shoreless Sea by J. Scott Coatsworth

The Shoreless Sea - J. Scott Coatsworth

J. Scott Coatsworth has a new queer sci fi book out, the final book in his Liminal Sky trilogy: “The Shoreless Sea.” And books one and two are on sale!

As the epic trilogy hurtles toward its conclusion, the fight for the future isn’t over yet. It could lead to a new beginning, or it might spell the end for the last vestiges of humankind.

The generation ship Forever has left Earth behind, but a piece of the old civilization lives on in the Inthworld—a virtual realm that retains memories of Earth’s technological wonders and vices. A being named Lilith leads the uprising, and if she succeeds in setting its inhabitants free, they could destroy Forever.

But during the generation ship’s decades-long voyage, humanity has evolved. Liminals with the ability to connect with the world mind and the Inthworld provide a glimmer of hope. They’ll have to face not only Lilith’s minions, but also the mistrust of their own kind and persecution from a new government as homotypicals continue to fear what they can’t understand.

The invasion must be stopped, the Inthworld must be healed, and the people of Forever must let go of their past and embrace what they’re meant to become.

Series Blurb:

Humankind is on its way to the stars, a journey that will change it forever. Each of the stories in Liminal Sky explores that future through the lens of a generation ship, where the line between science fiction and fantasy often blurs. At times both pessimistic and very hopeful, Liminal Sky thrusts you into a future few would ever have imagined.

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Kiryn Hammond-Clarke floated in the darkness of space, stars he’d never seen in person twinkling against the velvety black depths.

The voice came to him from out of nowhere. “Can anyone hear me?”

In his dreams, he could hear. Like when Belynn let him ride in her mind.

The voice repeated, sounding stretched and thin. “Is anyone out there?”

In the distance, a single star glowed brighter than all the others, though it was still just a small golden dot.

Kiryn reached out toward the light, his hand naked to the cold of the void.

Ice crystals formed on his arm, hardening it in place. The cold reached into his bones like knives of frozen glass. It raced up his bicep, the burning cold fire of the void.

He snatched back his arm, but he was too late. The freezing grip reached his heart, and he screamed silently—

Kiryn awoke with a start, sitting up in bed in his dorm room drenched with sweat. He ran his hands through his dark hair, letting them come to rest clasped behind his head.

First Light flashed past in the trees outside his window, brightening up the room.

The world was utterly silent.

The silence, his constant companion since birth, was particularly soothing after his rude awakening. It wrapped itself around him like a blanket, a suit of armor, a barrier between him and the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Between him and emotion.

He held his arm out for inspection, half expecting it to be blackened by the void. Instead, it looked perfectly normal. Warm and tan, halfway between his mothers’ sepia and white skin tones.

He shivered at the memory.

The bed moved under him, and his date from the night before sat up, his mouth moving soundlessly.

The man was handsome, a Thyrean sent to the university at Micavery for his higher schooling—long limbs, blond hair shaved short, warm brown eyes.

His name was Dax. Or Zack. Or something.

Kiryn’s lipreading was decent, but he hadn’t bothered to spend too much time learning this one’s name. Dax or Zack hadn’t seemed to mind much.

Kiryn pointed at his ear and shook his head.

The man’s mouth closed, and he blushed. “Sorry. I forgot.”

That one was easy enough to read.

He grabbed the piece of cotton paper and a pencil Kiryn kept at his bedside just for that purpose and scribbled something out longhand, then handed it over to him.

It’s Dax. And are you okay?

Kiryn stared at him. Did you just read my mind? Maybe there was a little Liminal in him. He laughed, wondering not for the first time what it sounded like from the outside. It felt clunky and awkward on the inside.

He sighed and took the paper and pencil.

Dax’s hand lingered over his for an extra second before letting go.

Bad dream. Class in fifteen minutes. He hesitated, then scribbled, Dinner?

Dax took the paper, and a grin lit up his face. His eager nod needed no translation. I work at the hatchery until six. Meet me there?

Kiryn nodded and grinned.

Dax slipped out of bed and pulled on his trousers and white shirt, the V-neck showing off his chest to perfection.

Kiryn sat back with his hands behind his head, admiring the view.

He leaned over, kissed Kiryn on the cheek, and mouthed, “See you.”

When Dax left, Kiryn grabbed a change of clothes and headed down the hall to the dorm bathroom. He hopped into the shower, using the aromatic red berry soap bar his mom and mamma had sent him from the Estate. The smell transported him, and he closed his eyes and imagined himself standing among the long, even rows of red berry vines that arched across the hillsides.

His parents worried about him, out here alone, but it was Andy who had insisted he go.

When Kiryn had been born congenitally and profoundly deaf, Andy and Shandra had learned sign language from the world mind in vee.

There were so few other deaf people in Forever. So few like him.

The day before he was set to leave for university, to catch the public wagon headed for Darlith and then Micavery, he’d had a huge panic attack.

His parents had sat him down along with his sister, Belynn:

 

“I’m scared. Why do I have to go away?” He was fidgeting, nervous.

“You have to go. There’s nothing here for you.” Andy indicated the Estate, where the family had built a thriving agricultural business on the backs of Trip’s and Colin’s earlier work.

You’re here.” His hands signed it while his knee bounced up and down.

Andy shook her head. “This is our place. You need to go.”

He flushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was such a burden.”

“No.That was emphatic. “That’s not what I meant. We don’t want you to get trapped here, working on the Estate for the rest of your life. There’s a whole world out there for you to explore.” She looked up at Shandra, who nodded.

“I’ll go with him,” Belynn said and signed it at the same time, but he could hear her inside his head too.

Mom could do that, too, of course, but she had to touch him to do it.

“You’re not ready.” Shandra glared at Belynn and shook her head.

“I’ve been with Kiryn in every vee class since I was born. I’m only two years younger than he is. Let me go with him to help.”

Kiryn frowned. He wasn’t sure he wanted his little sister tagging along after him, cramping his style. If he decided to go.

Belynn’s hand found his, palm to palm, and he could feel her emotions. We can take care of each other. That thought was private, just for him, inside his head.

Maybe so.

Andy looked at Shandra. “They could take care of each other.” She echoed Belynn’s thought and touched Shandra’s hand. Something passed between them.

Shandra looked at him and then at Belynn, uncertainty clear on her face. “We could… try it.”

Belynn squeezed his hand. “Yes!”

“For a semester.” Andy kissed Shandra on the forehead.

Kiryn thought about it. It would be nice to have someone close by, just in case. Someone who really knew him. “Okay.” And it would be a lot less scary.

Now he was here, and Belynn wouldn’t be far behind.

Where are you, big brother? Belynn’s insistent voice.

I’ll be back in a minute. He pulled the towel from its wooden peg, dried off his hair and shoulders.

A couple of the other guys in the dorm, Stave and Trevor, waved on their way to their own showers. Cute as hell, but straighter than the old antenna on Micavery’s village green. Well, except when Stave got drunk on red berry wine….

Kiryn grinned. He pulled on his trousers and shirt and padded back to his room. Belynn was waiting for him on his bed. “How did you get in?” he signed.

They touched palms, the emotions flowing between them and synching.

“Easy. Aric at the front desk is a sucker for a pretty girl.”

“Like I said, how did you get in?”

She stuck out her tongue at him. “Come on. We’re going to be late.” She tugged him off the bed, and Kiryn barely had time to grab his carry sack before she had him out the door and down the hall.


Author Bio

J. Scott Coatsworth

Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.

He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

A Rainbow Award winning author and Science Fiction Writer’s Association (SFWA) member, he runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction reflecitng their own reality.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 23.5

 

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Chapter 23.5

Nev met up with Carl and Tristan after he’d found his room and some food. The two mates were still just as lovey-dovey as when he’d left them two hours before.

“Get a room you two.”

Carl’s answer was to flip him a middle finger while slowly pulling away from the passionate lip lock he was in with Tristan.

Nev got himself a coffee from the set up on the sideboard and got comfortable on one of the super soft armchairs near the settee Carl and Tristan were seated on.

“So, have you two actually discussed the results of the test, or have you both been too preoccupied?”

Tristan went a deep shade of red causing Nev to chuckle, seemed he’d got his answer.

“Okay, why don’ I go over the basics of the results and then you can ask questions?” They both nodded and Nev continued. “As I already told you, the test showed you are level twenty-one. Each time the blood changed colour it represented another level. The trance you ended up in was because the spell went on so long and it was pulling power from you to measure your power levels. That is why it is best to have a second person at all testings. Of course, the high council ask for a witness so a mage can prove the results they are reporting are accurate. So, either way, you look at it, having a witness is good. Now, the obvious thing is the higher the level the more powerful you are. It also means the more training you are going to need. Containing and controlling that much power takes practice and time. You seem to be doing okay at the moment but I will need to run you through some exercises just to be safe and to ensure you’re not in danger of unleashing power unexpectedly.”

Tristan was nodding. “I’ve had a bit of advance training on my travels. I’ve stopped in various places to help out with different incidents for the high council and do some freelance work. While doing that work I’ve met other older mages who were willing to pass on their training in return for my help with things. I know advanced shielding and a few advanced offensive spells. I’m quite willing to show off any time you want, and I’d be grateful for any pointers you can give for me to improve in any areas.”

Nev smiled. “That’s all good to hear. As soon as I’m fully up to date with the current situation, we’ll make a time to get a training room to ourselves.”

“That would be good, thank you. For the offer of training and for helping me with the testing. I still can’t believe that my parents would be a party to falsifying test results. What do they get out of making me look weaker? It doesn’t look good for the family, or for them.”

Nev shook his head sadly. “I’m afraid we may never know. We can try and find out after everything is over and things settle down. Thinking of the current situation I believe we have a meeting starting soon, shall we head there and continue this conversation later? I hadn’t realised how quickly the time had passed.”

 


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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 23.4

 

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Chapter 23.4

Tristan winced at the sharp sting as Carl’s claw cut into his palm. He quickly held his hand over the bowl and four drops of bright red blood fell in before the cut magically sealed itself.

“Chant and keep chanting until I tell you to stop,” Nev murmured into Tristan’s ear. Tristan nodded and began the chant.

The rush of power that rushed through him almost made him falter but he managed to stay on track and not miss a word.

He watched as the blood on the bowl glowed and then started shifting from colour to colour. The process had him mesmerised and it took him a moment to realise someone was calling him.

“Tristan you can stop now.” Nev’s voice sounded like it came from the end of a tunnel and Tristan shook his head in an attempt to come out of the spell trance he’d fallen into.

When he finally met Carl and Nev’s eyes he saw awe reflected in both. He looked down at the blood in the bowl, but it was back to the normal red of all blood.

“So?” He looked back at Nev. “What is the result?

Nev grinned. “I counted twenty-one colour changes, so that means you are a level twenty-one mage. Congratulations you are currently the strongest mage known to the high council.”

Tristan knew he was staring and that his mouth was hanging open, but he didn’t care. Twenty-one? How on earth could he be a level twenty-one mage? His parents and other closest family members were only level five. Power ran in families, so where did his come from? There were so many questions running through his head he didn’t know where to start.

The feel of familiar arms surrounding hi and pulling him into a warm embrace brought him back to the present.

“My mate, I am so happy for you.”

Tristan twisted and took a long slow kiss. When he pulled back he flushed and looked around, only to see Nev had left the room.

Carl chuckled. “He said he’d see us later. He went to go freshen up.”

Tristan flushed but glared at Carl. “If you were not only able to notice him leaving, but also remember what he said when he left. You were obviously not giving our kiss the attention it required.” He folded his arms over his chest. “You should make it up to me.”

Carl grinned and before Tristan realised what was happening he was upside down over Carl’s shoulder. He bounced and squeaked as he was carried from the room at vampire speed and back to their suite.

One last bounce had him landing on the bed and watching as Carl locked the bedroom door and prowled towards him.

“So, I need to make it up to you for not paying enough attention, do I?” Carl pulled Tristan nearer to the end of the bed by his ankle. “And just how am I supposed to make it up to you? Hmm?”

Tristan pulled Carl down and after a few murmured words in his mate’s ear, he got exactly what he asked for.


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