boy had the paraphernalia; he must have been planning his life as a
daddy‟s boy for a while.
Shoving his hand down to the bottom of the bag, Kael felt something soft and
pulled it out. Wondering what it was, he held it up to look at it. It looked like the
kind of thin blanket people wrapped newborn babies in. It was blue with little
yellow crescent moons all over it, and it was ragged and worn, turning gray. For
several minutes he looked at it, wondering what the significance of it was and why
Angel had brought it. Unable to decide, he returned it to the bag and pushed the
bag back into the overhead compartment.
Taking his seat next to Angel again, he drew the sleeping boy back into his
arms and settled in for the flight.
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Fyn Alexander
Chapter Five
London, England
Exhausted, Kael walked into the flat at five thirty in the afternoon. Angel had
chattered all the way from the airport in the taxi, driving him nuts. Like a typical
teenager, he wandered straight into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“There‟s no food.”
Kael watched him from the door, and when he did not respond, Angel raised
his voice. “John!” He looked around and saw Kael standing in the doorway. “There‟s
no food.”
“Don‟t call me John.” Aside from the fact that it wasn‟t his name, he would
never allow a sub that kind of familiarity. “I‟m Sir to you at all times.”
Instantly chastened, Angel dropped his chin onto his chest. “Sorry, Sir.”
“That‟s better.” Kael crossed the spotless kitchen and pointed into the open
fridge. “Food.”
“Caviar? That‟s not food, Sir.”
Kael took the jar and put it on the counter. He opened a cupboard. It was
empty but for a box of Carr‟s Water Biscuits, which he put beside the jar. From the
glass fronted cabinet he took a plain white plate and got a shiny silver spoon from
the cutlery drawer. He spooned caviar onto several crackers and lined them up on
the plate. “Eat.” He put one into his mouth whole. Angel took one and bit into it,
screwing up his face, but he managed to swallow it.
“Sven liked caviar. My mom pretended to like it, but she‟d rather have pizza
and so would I. Can we order some?”
“Pizza? No. It‟s not good for you to eat heavy food, then lie down. We can eat
later. We need to sleep.”
Angel finished his cracker. “Got anything to drink, Daddy? Sorry, Sir.”
From under the counter, Kael pulled a plastic-wrapped twelve-pack of water.
Looking disgruntled, Angel took a bottle but remembered to say, “Thank you, Sir.”
He walked out of the kitchen into the open-plan living room and dining room area.
Kael followed him. He was very territorial about his home and was not used to
visitors.
Angel walked past the black leather couch, running his fingers along the back.
“It looks like no one lives here. There‟s nothing out of place; everything‟s perfect.”
Angel and the Assassin
33
“I like it this way, so keep it this way,” Kael said. “Come on.” He crossed the
living room and walked down the passage to the bedroom. Angel followed him,
tipping the water bottle to drink.
In the spacious bedroom, Kael stripped off his clothes and divided them into
two tall wash hampers.
Angel wandered around looking at things, touching everything, driving Kael
crazy. He had not shared a living space since he was at Cambridge, and he wasn‟t
sure he could do it now.
“Why is everything white, Sir? Your kitchen is white and stainless steel, and
the bedroom is all white. White bedding, white blinds. This whole place is black-
and-white. White walls, black leather furniture in the living room. Has it never
occurred to you to add a little color, Sir?”
“Has it never occurred to you to shut up, boy?”
Standing completely still, Angel looked nervously at him. “Sorry, Sir. I guess
you‟re not home much.”
“Get your clothes off, and don‟t leave anything on the floor.” He pointed at
daddy‟s boy for a while.
Shoving his hand down to the bottom of the bag, Kael felt something soft and
pulled it out. Wondering what it was, he held it up to look at it. It looked like the
kind of thin blanket people wrapped newborn babies in. It was blue with little
yellow crescent moons all over it, and it was ragged and worn, turning gray. For
several minutes he looked at it, wondering what the significance of it was and why
Angel had brought it. Unable to decide, he returned it to the bag and pushed the
bag back into the overhead compartment.
Taking his seat next to Angel again, he drew the sleeping boy back into his
arms and settled in for the flight.
32
Fyn Alexander
Chapter Five
London, England
Exhausted, Kael walked into the flat at five thirty in the afternoon. Angel had
chattered all the way from the airport in the taxi, driving him nuts. Like a typical
teenager, he wandered straight into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“There‟s no food.”
Kael watched him from the door, and when he did not respond, Angel raised
his voice. “John!” He looked around and saw Kael standing in the doorway. “There‟s
no food.”
“Don‟t call me John.” Aside from the fact that it wasn‟t his name, he would
never allow a sub that kind of familiarity. “I‟m Sir to you at all times.”
Instantly chastened, Angel dropped his chin onto his chest. “Sorry, Sir.”
“That‟s better.” Kael crossed the spotless kitchen and pointed into the open
fridge. “Food.”
“Caviar? That‟s not food, Sir.”
Kael took the jar and put it on the counter. He opened a cupboard. It was
empty but for a box of Carr‟s Water Biscuits, which he put beside the jar. From the
glass fronted cabinet he took a plain white plate and got a shiny silver spoon from
the cutlery drawer. He spooned caviar onto several crackers and lined them up on
the plate. “Eat.” He put one into his mouth whole. Angel took one and bit into it,
screwing up his face, but he managed to swallow it.
“Sven liked caviar. My mom pretended to like it, but she‟d rather have pizza
and so would I. Can we order some?”
“Pizza? No. It‟s not good for you to eat heavy food, then lie down. We can eat
later. We need to sleep.”
Angel finished his cracker. “Got anything to drink, Daddy? Sorry, Sir.”
From under the counter, Kael pulled a plastic-wrapped twelve-pack of water.
Looking disgruntled, Angel took a bottle but remembered to say, “Thank you, Sir.”
He walked out of the kitchen into the open-plan living room and dining room area.
Kael followed him. He was very territorial about his home and was not used to
visitors.
Angel walked past the black leather couch, running his fingers along the back.
“It looks like no one lives here. There‟s nothing out of place; everything‟s perfect.”
Angel and the Assassin
33
“I like it this way, so keep it this way,” Kael said. “Come on.” He crossed the
living room and walked down the passage to the bedroom. Angel followed him,
tipping the water bottle to drink.
In the spacious bedroom, Kael stripped off his clothes and divided them into
two tall wash hampers.
Angel wandered around looking at things, touching everything, driving Kael
crazy. He had not shared a living space since he was at Cambridge, and he wasn‟t
sure he could do it now.
“Why is everything white, Sir? Your kitchen is white and stainless steel, and
the bedroom is all white. White bedding, white blinds. This whole place is black-
and-white. White walls, black leather furniture in the living room. Has it never
occurred to you to add a little color, Sir?”
“Has it never occurred to you to shut up, boy?”
Standing completely still, Angel looked nervously at him. “Sorry, Sir. I guess
you‟re not home much.”
“Get your clothes off, and don‟t leave anything on the floor.” He pointed at
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