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“Hey, Dillon, it’s Remy.” I tried to keep my voice steady as I spoke. “I just wanted to let you know that my father… he passed away.”
“Oh, Remy, I’m so sorry.” Like all of us, he had known it was coming. But his empathy washed over me like a comforting wave. “How are you holding up?”
My throat tightened as I struggled to maintain my composure. “I’m… managing,” I admitted, the weight of my emotions threatening to spill over. Desperate to regain control, I swiftly changed the subject. “Listen, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
“Of course. What is it?”
“Hil said that he wants to make the funeral arrangements. I think he could really use your support right now.”
There was a pause on the other end before Dillon softly agreed. “You didn’t have to ask that, Remy. I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words, my heart aching to tell him the truth about my feelings for him. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it, not yet.
“Thanks. I always know I can count on you,” I said with a smile.
“It’s no problem, Remy. I like being able to help you… and Hil,” he reassured me, his voice filled with genuine care. “We’ll all get through this together. Just let me know what you need.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I appreciate it.”
“I know,” he said assuredly.
As I hung up the phone, I wondered what I was doing. I didn’t have to restrain myself to two-minute conversations with him anymore. I was free. I didn’t know how he felt about me, but I no longer had to hide my feelings for him. It was time for me to tell him.
Heat washed through me and my wolf, considering it. It was a mixture of terror and exhilaration.
“After the funeral,” I said aloud. “My new life begins at the end of my old one.”
I could barely imagine living without hiding and secrets, but here it was. I was going to embrace the truth and see where it would take us. Was being with Dillon really going to be that simple? I didn’t know, but I was about to find out.
Chapter 3
Dillon
Ending the call with Remy, I stood in my apartment with my saddle bag still over my shoulder. I had just walked in having returned from confronting the vampire who I had thought was my father. How perfect was it that Remy’s was the first voice I had heard? I could no longer feel my face.
Had Remy just called me? I wondered as my heart raced, washing away the confusion from an hour ago. What had been the purpose of his call?
He had said it was to get me to help Hil, but he had to have known I would have done that anyway. No, there had to be more to it than that. Was he seeking comfort for his father’s death? Because as much as I have wanted us to be, Remy and I weren’t that close.
So, could the reason for his call be something else? Could it be that he was secretly in love with me and that I hadn’t been crazy all of these years for dreaming that he was?
It was because of Remy that I confronted who I thought was my father. Well, not directly because of him. But it was because I had interacted with Remy so much while Hil was missing that I had noticed the gaping hole in my life. Could it have been the same for him?
Thinking about it, I immediately remembered the many reasons Remy would have no interest in someone like me. For starters, although I wasn’t normally a complete mess, around him, I was. There were two months after Hil and I became friends where I couldn’t even form words in his presence.
I was 14 years old, not 10. And yeah, he was super-hot, even before he could turn into a wolf. But there was no reason I should have lost the ability to speak around him.
Then there was the time Remy caught Hil and me watching gay porn in Hil’s room. I had asked Hil if he had locked the door, and he assured me he had. So, when Remy burst in, finding us with our dicks in hand, I could have passed out.
And finally, let’s not forget the time when I was 16 and Hil’s parents let me stay at their place while Hil’s family took my mother on vacation with them. I had school so I couldn’t go, but thinking I had the place to myself, I had a one-man naked dance party in their penthouse, complete with towel turban and hairbrush microphone.
Remy chose that moment to come by and check on the place. It wouldn’t have been so bad if little Dillon hadn’t been so excited to be out. But who could blame the guy? Show me someone who doesn’t like to bounce to the beat of ‘Bad Romance’ and I’ll show you someone who doesn’t know how to live.
My cheeks burned at the memories. But as I always did, I reminded myself that the humiliation I experienced in front of Remy didn’t matter. Because as much as I liked to fantasize about it, a guy like Remy, with his Greek God build, gorgeous hair, and alpha princeling status, couldn’t possibly be attracted to guys, much less a human like me.
Besides, this wasn’t the time for fantasies. I had a lot going on. I had just found out that I wasn’t human and I had no idea what I was. How was I supposed to deal with that?
Additionally, my best friend, Hil, was going through a difficult time. Despite their complicated relationship, I knew how much he loved his father. Yes, his father had locked him away in their penthouse never allowing Hil to have a social life outside of me. But that wasn’t because his father was a monster. Wolf shifters who run mafias have a dangerous life.
