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“Careful, wounded bird,” Lorien hissed back. “You are nothing but human. A wet sack of beating flesh.”
Maddox watched Will’s face transform. The animal was returning. The cold creature who delighted in violence and thrilled to the scent of blood. He felt his cold heart swell, a familiar excitement rising in him. He so adored this side of Will, the side society had rejected and punished him harshly for having. The same side Mad intended on rewarding him greatly for.
Will’s hand curled around the handle of the fork. Egg clung to its tines.
Mads folded his arms over his chest and leaned back, waiting to see what would happen. One broken-legged human against one near mortally wounded immortal. Fascinating.
Lorien hadn’t recognized the danger yet. He was too busy smirking in a self-satisfied way, thinking he had gotten the upper hand because of his loquacious sass.
Will exploded from the chair with surprising speed, given he only had the one good leg to propel himself on. He stabbed Lorien in the shoulder first, hitting the vampire with the full weight of his body and knocking him backward. Vampires might be immortal, but they were not immune to physics. Two hundred pounds of muscular, pissed-off human hitting the upper half of a six-foot-two figure sent it tumbling backward. It would have been too quick for most humans to see, but Mads’ vision allowed him to observe every delicious part of the interaction. While still in mid-air, Will pulled the fork from Lorien’s shoulder and stabbed him two more times in the chest, and then, perhaps by sheer chance, perhaps with the instinct of an apex predator, he lodged the fork through soft cashmere and into Lorien’s wounded throat.
Lorien hit the ground. Will used the motion to keep tumbling forward and out of the way, inevitably crashing into the wall where he scrambled up onto his feet with no small amount of difficulty given the cast.
“What the…” Lorien put his hand to his throat and pulled the utensil out. “… fork?”
Will was smiling, broadly. It was the first real smile Mad had ever seen from him and it was every bit as charming and delightful as he had imagined it would be. It transformed his face, lighting it up from within. His eyes danced with the glee of violence.
Lorien rose to his feet, not by getting up in the way a human might, but simply by lifting his entire body in a dead straight plane. It was another trick popular with baby vampires, but having never seen one before, Will’s eyes widened as he took it in.
“Now you’ve done it,” Lorien hissed.
“No biting,” Mads said, calmly setting a hard limit.
Lorien glanced at him with an oh but please expression. Mad shook his head curtly. There had to be some measure of decorum, and no more harm could come to Will. He had probably already re-damaged his leg with all that rolling around.
“He stabbed me in the neck with a fork. You can’t let humans act that way. They have to be disciplined.”
Will laughed and made an impudent gesture at Lorien.
Will was undisciplined, that much was true. But Lorien was too. They annoyed one another because they shared a great many similarities, including the trait of not knowing when to let something go.
Fuck yes. That had taught the cocky asshole a lesson. Hard to talk shit with metal lodged in your vocal cords. Will couldn’t have been more pleased with himself. And he’d done it with a broken leg too.
But of course the dickhead couldn't let it go. Lorien charged Will, knocked him down and held him there, green eyes piercing into him. He felt a faint pull, somewhat reminiscent of the way Maddox made him feel but without any of the intensity.
Maddox kicked Lorien off with a swift boot to the ribs.
“Get up. He bested you fair and square. Go find somewhere else to be, before I decide the best place for you is the street.”
Lorien hissed and disappeared.
Maddox helped Will up to his feet. “I apologize for Lorien. He is young and impulsive.”
“He looks about thirty-five,” Will said. “How young is he supposed to be?”
“He’s actually closer to ninety-five. Still very young for those of our kind. When a human becomes a vampire, there’s a new learning curve, a new infancy, and adolescence.”
“And how old are you?”
“Oh, positively ancient,” Mad flashed his teeth in a bright smile. “I forget dates, times. Everything seems as though it were a very long time ago, or just yesterday.”
“And who is Lorien? Your son?”
“No. I have made no fledglings. He is closer to a ward. I was close to his maker, once. I feel a certain responsibility for him.”
“Well, I’m going to fucking kill him if he touches me again,” Will growled. “I didn’t sign up for him.”
“No, you didn’t,” Mads agreed, brushing the hair out of Will’s face. “Let me make you some breakfast again, so you can do something more appropriate with a fork.”
