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“I’m so sorry.” He didn’t fight that battle either, but I wasn’t getting into that with him now. He was here, he was okay, and that was all that mattered.

“I know you are, Kitten. I can’t stay fucking mad at you. What did I miss? What the fuck was that agent here for? No wait, tell me something fun. Nothing heavy.”

“Oh erm . . .” Nothing heavy. “I sort of told Reynard I’m into him.”

Zee’s eyes widened. He twisted in the tub, getting closer. Water and bubbles sloshed. “Oh my fuck, give me the tea. Did you fuck? Please, tell me you fucked. No, wait, don’t tell me. I wasn’t here and I fucking missed it! Ugh, was it filthy? Was there hair pulling? Did he spank you?”

I laughed. “Stop! That didn’t happen.”

“You told him you want to climb him like a pole, and what did he say?”

“He kind of—sort of accepted it.”

Zee rolled his eyes, then his head. “Did it go something like this?” He cleared his throat and donned a Reynard voice. “That’s inappropriate of you, Adam. I only get it up for right angles and proper grammar.”

“It’s uncanny how good you are at impersonating him, almost as though you watch him?”

“I watch him because I don’t trust him . . . and also, he has the finest fucking ass this side of the veil. Those fucking pants . . . Have you seen how they sculpt his peachy cheeks?”

“I can’t say I’ve noticed.” I had definitely noticed.

“No, of course you haven’t, Adam.”

“Oh, please stop.” I chuckled. “Zee, he makes me crazy. He got all bossy in Razorsedge, and I sort of liked it. A lot.”

Zee’s eyes glowed brighter. “Oh, babycakes, you got it bad. Seb put you in the red room, right? He said as much. Did you use the cuffs?”

I recalled the horror of the slings falling from the ceiling. “We didn’t really get that far.”

“I’m telling you, Daddy Fuck-Hard is a control freak. Total dom. You remember when he went rabid and we had to hold him down? You remember what happened?” Zee grinned.

I couldn’t forget how aroused Reynard had been when we’d held him down and force-fed him my blood. He hadn’t been all that surprised by the dangling leather and chain contraption either. “He saw your video, on your socials. You were holding a chain⁠—”

Zee jolted. “Vampire Daddy saw that?”

“He was speechless after.”

“I told you! Control is his kink. I called it. He liked it, my video?”

“I think so. He did that thing where he can’t say what’s in his head, so he goes still and quiet.”

“Fuck . . .” He sloshed back in the tub. “Maybe Reyzee ain’t such a crazy fucking idea? Not that I care, right? Fucking Reynard is your thing, not mine.”

I smiled at him, glad to have him back. “I missed you.”

“Pfft, I was gone for like a day.”

“Yeah, but it felt like forever.”

“Zodiac, gone for less than a day,” he said, all dramatic-like. “And in a day, you made moves on Vampire Daddy. C’mon, like you care what happens to me.”

“I do care. A lot. Like . . . a lot, Zee.” I propped my chin on my folded arm again and huffed. “Please don’t leave again.”

“Kitten, this shithole hotel? You? I know a good thing when I see it. I ain’t going anywhere.”

“What about Sebastien?”

“He’s fine. Just so long as I go back once an’ a while so he can get his rocks off, then he’ll let me go again. It’s a small price to pay to return to you and this place. Trust me. I can handle him.”