Page 25 of Walking in Darkness

“You’re nervous.”

“Of course. How could I not be?” Kit grumbled. Did they need to review what his life had been like lately?

Connie wrapped his arms around Kit’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What are you nervous about?”

“Everything.” Kit leaned against Connie. “But mainly, I keep circling back to how they could’ve kept something like this from me. My papa hid his whole damn identity from me.”

“Maybe there was a reason they didn’t tell you,” Connie said, then pressed a kiss to Kit’s neck.

Kit shivered as a ribbon of warmth curled in his stomach. He was quickly becoming addicted to their hands on him. “Like what?”

“Well, that’s not exactly something you would want a young child blurting out at the wrong time.”

Kit turned in Connie’s arms and glared at him. “You do realize I’m thirty years old, right?”

Hudson cleared his throat. “That’s actually not—”

Kit glared over his shoulder at Hudson. “Maybe when I was a child that made sense, but not now. I’m not some small kid who doesn’t know any better.”

Hudson snickered. “Well, compared to us—”

“Not helping, old man.”

“I’ll show you old man,” Hudson joked to Connie.

A surprised laugh escaped Kit, and he looked back at Connie. Connie picking at Hudson about his age was funny as hell to Kit, considering Connie was older than dirt too. “Who are you calling an old man, old man?”

Connie gasped. “What? What did you just call me?”

“Well, you’re not as old as Hudson, but you’re certainly no young chick.”

Connie stumbled away from Kit, his hand pressed mockingly against his chest. “Wounded. I am wounded, I tell you. Old, he says. I’ll show you old.”

Eyes narrowed, he slowly prowled toward Kit. Connie’s eyes flickered, changing color to that of his dragon.

Kit squeaked and fled behind Hudson. Kit wasn’t scared, not really, but the sudden predatory look in Connie’s eyes was a bit intimidating. And hot.

Very hot.

A nice tingle started in his groin. He wondered what Connie would look like prowling across the bed toward him. That was something he needed to check out as soon as possible.

Connie stopped and sniffed the air, then a slow smile crossed his face. Shit. Could Connie smell that he was a little excited? Hudson’s phone beeped with another text message. Whatever tingle Kit had going on evaporated like water on a hot day.

“Nelson says they’re here. They just parked and are heading to the elevators.”

Kit took a deep breath. As nervous as he was, he really wanted to see his parents. He’d missed them. Was he aggravated with them? You betcha.

But thanks to Gaura, he’d seen what his papa had gone through, and that information would go to his grave with Kit. But that he was a shifter? Yes, that was something they should’ve told Kit when he was older.

Neither Connie nor Hudson said anything, but they crowded closer to Kit, both of them wrapping an arm around his waist. Together, they stared out of Kit’s window.

He rested his head on Hudson’s shoulder. Had they known he needed them right that second? Could that possibly be the bond that was forming between them he’d been told about? If so, them being able to sense he needed them was definitely a perk.

An eternity later, there was a knock at his apartment door. And the butterflies in his stomach were now trying to climb out of his mouth. Kit untangled himself from his mates and slowly approached the door.

As much as he wanted to see his parents, he dreaded the upcoming conversation. Kit checked the peephole before opening it. Seeing that it was indeed his parents and Nelson, he opened it.

“Sweetie!”

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