before Dillon disappeared forever. There had to be a way to talk him into staying.
Dillon wasn’t thinking clearly, and Peter refused to believe that Rainerio had used him. The warrior’s eyes held too much fascination and love when he looked at the human to just bang him once and then walk away. There was something wrong, and Peter was determined to figure it out before he lost his friend.
Now all he had to do was find a way into the building. Peter paced back and forth, finally walking around the side to have a look-see. It wasn’t like he had ever had any contact with the warriors, except Rainerio at the park and then at the restaurant. He thought he was going to pass out when the demon warrior had stormed over to their table. Thankfully he stormed away just as quickly. He might be a vampire, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could beat a warrior.
Peter stiffened when he saw someone carrying an unconscious Dillon over his shoulder. He hid beside a Dumpster as he watched the guy walk around the corner. Slipping from the side of the blue container, he hurried down the side of the building and peeked around the corner.
He wasn’t good at tailing anyone. Losing Dillon in the first place proved that. Peter sucked at being a vampire and was tired of being ridiculed by his own kind, so he stayed to himself. Until Mitzy and Mickey wanted to play with Tulip.
That had changed everything.
He hunched down behind some bushes as he watched Dillon being taken into the back of Malcor’s. If he hurried, he could warn Rainerio and hopefully save the crazy human. Peter stood, spinning around and running back in the direction he had come.
Time was of the essence, and he needed to find a way into that building.
* * * *
Dillon woke up with a throbbing headache. He wasn’t sure what had happened or where he was, but it wasn’t his human apartment or Kane’s. Dillon looked around, finding himself in a dark and drab room.
He curled his legs to his chest, wondering why he was here. The man from the grocery store. The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind. Why did the man keep saying he was human? What was so special about that?
Dillon looked around at the clutter. It had to be a storage room.
There were crates and boxes stacked all around him. There were even some cleaning supplies stored off to one corner. His head snapped up when he heard voices coming from the other side of the door.
Scooting off of the blanket he was sitting on, Dillon crossed the room and pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear what was being said.
The voices were muffled like he was underwater. Dillon pressed his ear closer, holding his breath, hoping that would help.
He became frustrated when it didn’t help and he still couldn’t hear what was being said.
The sad part about this whole screwed up situation was that everyone probably thought he had returned to the human realm. He had been in a snit about it at the coffee shop.
No one was going to look for him.
Dillon sat back on the ratty blanket that had been spread out beneath him. He hugged his legs to his chest as he looked around. It was a windowless room that held no hope of him escaping. There was a naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the room and a door. How was he going to get out of this mess? He would figure that out as soon as he figured out what mess he was in.
Dillon jumped when he heard the door handle rattle. He’d be scared if he was kidnapped in the human realm, but in the demon realm…he was terrified. His throat started to close up with abject fear as his heart started beating out of control. He prayed someone would take care of his Tulip once his body was found.
He caught the yelp before it escaped his throat as the door swung open. He cupped his hand above his eyes, trying to let them adjust to such blinding light. Although there was a naked bulb overhead, it was dimly lit. Dillon blinked a few times before his vision adjusted,
Dillon wasn’t thinking clearly, and Peter refused to believe that Rainerio had used him. The warrior’s eyes held too much fascination and love when he looked at the human to just bang him once and then walk away. There was something wrong, and Peter was determined to figure it out before he lost his friend.
Now all he had to do was find a way into the building. Peter paced back and forth, finally walking around the side to have a look-see. It wasn’t like he had ever had any contact with the warriors, except Rainerio at the park and then at the restaurant. He thought he was going to pass out when the demon warrior had stormed over to their table. Thankfully he stormed away just as quickly. He might be a vampire, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could beat a warrior.
Peter stiffened when he saw someone carrying an unconscious Dillon over his shoulder. He hid beside a Dumpster as he watched the guy walk around the corner. Slipping from the side of the blue container, he hurried down the side of the building and peeked around the corner.
He wasn’t good at tailing anyone. Losing Dillon in the first place proved that. Peter sucked at being a vampire and was tired of being ridiculed by his own kind, so he stayed to himself. Until Mitzy and Mickey wanted to play with Tulip.
That had changed everything.
He hunched down behind some bushes as he watched Dillon being taken into the back of Malcor’s. If he hurried, he could warn Rainerio and hopefully save the crazy human. Peter stood, spinning around and running back in the direction he had come.
Time was of the essence, and he needed to find a way into that building.
* * * *
Dillon woke up with a throbbing headache. He wasn’t sure what had happened or where he was, but it wasn’t his human apartment or Kane’s. Dillon looked around, finding himself in a dark and drab room.
He curled his legs to his chest, wondering why he was here. The man from the grocery store. The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind. Why did the man keep saying he was human? What was so special about that?
Dillon looked around at the clutter. It had to be a storage room.
There were crates and boxes stacked all around him. There were even some cleaning supplies stored off to one corner. His head snapped up when he heard voices coming from the other side of the door.
Scooting off of the blanket he was sitting on, Dillon crossed the room and pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear what was being said.
The voices were muffled like he was underwater. Dillon pressed his ear closer, holding his breath, hoping that would help.
He became frustrated when it didn’t help and he still couldn’t hear what was being said.
The sad part about this whole screwed up situation was that everyone probably thought he had returned to the human realm. He had been in a snit about it at the coffee shop.
No one was going to look for him.
Dillon sat back on the ratty blanket that had been spread out beneath him. He hugged his legs to his chest as he looked around. It was a windowless room that held no hope of him escaping. There was a naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the room and a door. How was he going to get out of this mess? He would figure that out as soon as he figured out what mess he was in.
Dillon jumped when he heard the door handle rattle. He’d be scared if he was kidnapped in the human realm, but in the demon realm…he was terrified. His throat started to close up with abject fear as his heart started beating out of control. He prayed someone would take care of his Tulip once his body was found.
He caught the yelp before it escaped his throat as the door swung open. He cupped his hand above his eyes, trying to let them adjust to such blinding light. Although there was a naked bulb overhead, it was dimly lit. Dillon blinked a few times before his vision adjusted,
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