Page 38 of Bear the Burden

How was it possible he’d just traveled through a closet from his bedroom to this place? It seemed inconceivable, yet here he was, in a hallway that wasn’t his own.

Now that he knew Seth was a demon, he didn’t want to get up.

“It’s not Friday.” Wesley held his stomach as it twisted into knots. Had Morton changed the deadline then sent Seth to retrieve him? Were they about to kill him?

“Change of plans.” Seth hoisted Wesley up by the back of his shirt.

It had been endearing when Hyett had tugged on it, but it was frightening as hell with Seth. Wesley could feel the immense strength of the demon. The same strength that had left him with a bruised kidney.

Strangely, his side and back hadn’t hurt when he woke up this morning.

If Wesley somehow survived this, there were definitely some questions he needed to ask his mate.

Seth dragged him into Morton’s living room. The man himself was lounging on his couch in nothing but a pair of boxers.

Wesley cringed and gagged, the nausea returning.

“What the hell?” Morton appeared startled when he spotted them. “You just went to the bathroom a few minutes ago,” he said to Seth in confusion. “How did you come out with Wesley?”

It seemed Seth hadn’t told the drug dealer he was a demon. Wesley wished he was ignorant of the fact as well.

“You were just bellyaching that I needed to find him and bring him here.” Seth released his grip then gestured at Wesley. “Well, here he is. Happy now?”

Morton struggled to get off the couch before glaring at Seth. “I’ve made it clear that I run things around here, not you,” he sneered. “Are you looking to be replaced?”

Wesley watched as Seth’s jaw tightened. This was the first time he’d seen tension between the two. They normally were in sync with each other.

Instead of responding, Seth plopped down onto the couch and casually draped an arm over its back.

“Shall I teach him how to run drugs, or do you want the honor?” he asked Morton.

Wesley’s heart raced as he glanced between them. Was this their new plan? Instead of killing him, they would turn him into a goddamn drug runner?

His breathing grew heavy as he wondered if Hyett would even know where to find him.

Despite all that talk about being responsible for Wesley’s safety, he’d been kidnapped anyway.

But who could have predicted the demon would use Wesley’s closet as some kind of portal?

Hyett was probably beating himself up right now for failing to protect him, but it wasn’t his mate’s fault.

It was Jackson’s for dragging his son into this situation in the first place.

Morton turned his muddy-brown gaze on Wesley. “How did you get inside my house?”

Wesley glanced at Seth, who sat there giving him a death stare.

I just came out of the closet.

No, now wasn’t the time for jokes. Besides, Wesley had never been in the closet a day in his life.

Will you stop?

He couldn’t help it. Knowing Seth was a demon only amplified his fears.

“You were asleep on the couch when Seth brought me through the front door,” he lied, trying his best to hide his trembling.

Seth winked at him with a sly smile while Morton considered his lame story. “I did doze off a few times. I must’ve taken quite a nap if he was gone long enough to grab you.”

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