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Hil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t think he’ll ever be able to leave pack life behind.”
“And by “pack life” you mean your family’s business?
“Yeah. And I know he made the deal that’s supposed to free us, but I’m not sure there’s any way out.”
“You got out,” I said referring to Hil’s new small-town life with his boyfriend in Tennessee.
“I did, but I was never a part of that side of my father’s pack. My father once told Remy and me that the only way to leave his world was in a body bag. I don’t think Remy could get out if he tried.”
I frowned, not wanting to believe that. “I think with the right person by his side, he could definitely leave that life behind.”
Hil glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “Dillon, are you talking about yourself?”
I hesitated, realizing how it must have sounded. “Well, I mean, not just me. But someone who cares about him and wants to see him happy.”
Hil shifted uncomfortably, clearly not liking the idea. “Can I ask you a serious question? Because I know you like to joke about things.”
“Of course you can. What is it?”
“Do you really think you and Remy…”
As soon as he began saying it, my face felt like it was on fire. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or just hurt, but I couldn’t take hearing him finish what he was about to say.
“I mean, why not?” I interrupted. “Is it so ridiculous to think that I could be good for him?”
“No, Dillon, it’s not that.” Hil sighed, his voice strained. “I think he’s not good for you. You’re the greatest person I know. What if something were to happen between the two of you? The best-case scenario is that he drags you into his insane world.
“Dillon, I’ve spent my entire life planning my escape from that place. You could end up majorly regretting being with Remy.” Hil picked up an urn and held it between us. “Or worse,” he said with sadness in his eyes.
Looking down at the glorified jar, a shiver ran down my spine. But even with what Hil said, I couldn’t shake my belief in Remy.
“Hil, if something were ever to happen between me and Remy, he would protect me just like he protects you. Didn’t you say that’s what he does? Do you think he could stop protecting people if he tried?”
Again finding Hil’s eyes, I saw his frustration. As we returned to browsing, I thought the conversation was over.
“Do you even know if Remy’s into guys, much less humans?” Hil suddenly blurted out louder than any one should in an urn store.
Instead of answering, I thought about all of the stolen glances and lingering touches that had fueled my fantasies over the years.
“First, there have been moments when it’s just been the two of us that have made me think he could be,” I said honestly.
Hil raised an eyebrow. “Wait, when have you two ever been alone together?”
“It’s not been often,” I admitted, “but it’s happened over the years. And sometimes when it does, he looks at me in a way that can’t be straight.”
Hil still seemed skeptical.
“Secondly,” I said unsure if this was the time to tell him.
“Secondly, what?”
“Secondly, I don’t think I’m human. Scratch that. I’m pretty sure I’m not,” I said hesitantly.
Hil’s skepticism changed to confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t tell you this, but I decided to confront my father.”
