Hyacinth, Scarlet - Craving Owen [Tides of Love 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth

didn’t understand a word, but a sense of camaraderie appeared to exist between them nonetheless.
    Hannah greeted them with a curtsy, to which Yane smiled. “How is he doing?” he asked.
    “Fine, fine,” she answered. “He’s recovered even faster than I expected. It’s almost unusual.”
    “I’m glad to hear that,” Yane answered, ignoring her last comment. For the first time since coming inside the room, he had the courage to really look at Owen. His breath caught as his eyes met the human’s. Gods, Owen was beautiful. Even with the man he loved in the room, Yane still wanted him. Fuck. This was bad news. Very, very bad news.
    “Thank you, Hannah,” he told the woman. “You can go.”
    As she left, he directed his attention to Owen. “Hi, Owen,” he said in English, struggling to control his voice. “I’d like you to meet someone. These two men are Has’hendral and Alcharr. They know your friend.”
    Owen beamed at them, his eyes sparkling a blue so vivid that Yane nearly died. “You’ve seen Connor?” he asked. “Tell me, how is he?”
    Yane waited as his two companions advanced to the human’s side. To his surprise, he noticed Alcharr was acting somewhat strangely. He didn’t know Has’hendral well enough to tell, but he could have sworn the dragon seemed tense as well.
    It could have very well been the recollection of why they were here, which became even more real now that they stood in front of Owen. Yane’s stomach turned at the thought of handing Owen over to a wyrm, or even forcing the human to meet one. But he didn’t think he’d have much choice, and judging by Alcharr’s and Has’hendral’s stances, they agreed with him.
    Alcharr, however, showed a measure of tact and started a conversation about Connor. He spoke of his meeting with the other human, of how Connor had rescued Valderr, while Has’hendral mentioned Connor mated his half brother. As they spoke, Owen looked more and more shocked. When Alcharr mentioned the other four men who looked after Connor, Owen seemed torn between fear and disbelief.
    “Wow,” he finally said. “This is surreal. Connor was never into multiple partners before. I hope he’s okay.”
    Has’hendral chuckled. “He’s fine. Chek is very protective of him, and so are the others. I’m sure you’ll see him soon.”
    Silence stretched between them for a while, and Yane took the opportunity to introduce the subject that concerned him. “Owen, I wanted to talk to you about something else.”
    Owen arched a brow. “Oh?”
    “We received a message from a wyrm claiming that our borders are in danger. I haven’t mentioned this before, but my country is under an enchantment that keeps shape-shifters from changing to their second form. As such, wyrms rarely approach Tanarak and never without a good reason. But it seems this enchantment is fading now. The sender of this message said he wanted to see you in exchange for his cooperation and for telling us the reason behind the problem.”
    “Do you have any clue as to what a wyrm would want with you?” Alcharr asked.
    For a few seconds, Owen didn’t speak. Yane would have thought the silence to be a sign of shock, but something told him different. Perhaps it was the way Owen didn’t quite meet his gaze, or perhaps the memory of Owen’s inquiry if all wyrms were bad. Owen did indeed know something. But what?
    To his surprise, it was Has’hendral who broke the silence. “Tell us, Owen. Tell us about the wyrm who came to visit you.”
    Owen’s eyes widened and he paled visibly. “W–What?” he stammered. “I…No. It’s not like that.”
    Yane couldn’t suppress his shock. “A wyrm was here? When? How?”
    “Recently,” Has’hendral replied. “I can still smell lingering traces of his scent, and judging by it, my best bet is that it’s the same wyrm who wrote the message. Now, Owen…tell us.”

    Hash was furious. No, beyond furious. He felt confused, angry, and scared. When he’d come