Page 35 of Seduced By Moonlight

“Always something with these humans,” he muttered into his mug.

Not that the paranormal community was any better, frankly. They weren’t actively destroying the globe, but they had their fair share of bullshit going on.

The most recent attack by the hunters was a perfect example. But he’d heard through the grapevine that the two main instigators were dead, so there was that. Didn’t mean that the hunters were just going to suddenly disappear, though.

Pulling his cell out of his night pants, he checked his emails. Nothing from Ward yet, but since it was still daylight, he wasn’t active. The rest of the emails were either spam or personal.

He quickly browsed through his business’s social media pages, responding to any comments or messages. Then he switched over to TikTok for some mindless fun.

When his stomach growled, he put his phone down, surprised by how much time had passed while he was scrolling. “Time for breakfast.”

A glance out the windows revealed darkness had engulfed the outside world. The inky blackness stretched as far as the eye could see. Night had fully descended, shrouding everything in a mysterious cloak.

And he was eating breakfast.

Shaking his head, he got up and headed to the kitchen, holding his mug this time. He whipped up something quick. It was wild that technically it was dinnertime for the rest of the world.

His fridge offered up eggs and bacon—a timeless choice that made him feel a bit more grounded. As he cooked, the sizzle of the bacon mixed with the sound of a reporter talking about how nice the weather would be in San Delain.

Nothing new there, either. As he waited for his food to finish up, his thoughts drifted back to the hunters. Their relentless pursuit of paranormals had caused too many sleepless nights and unnecessary paranoia in the community. Every shadow could be an enemy, every new face a potential threat.

Once his meal was ready, he plated it and sat down at the small dining table near the kitchen with his coffee.

Occasionally, he enjoyed actual hands-on activities such as cooking, rather than relying on his abilities. Then he looked at his mug and chuckled. Other times, using his powers was as natural as breathing.

He ate quietly, lost in thought about what needed to be done in the upcoming days for Ward. The clink of silverware against his dish echoed through the room as he mulled over plans and possibilities. Ward really needed to get those inspiration pictures to him.

Finishing his meal, he waved the dishes toward the sink, turned the water on, and rinsed them off. The dishwasher door opened, and the dishes drifted inside.

Kayden moved back to the living room couch with a fresh cup of coffee. This time, instead of mindlessly scrolling through social media or watching TV, he reached for the thick paperback novel with a brightly colored cover.

The title promised a thrilling tale of gay paranormal romance, and he couldn’t wait to dive back into its pages.

As he settled in, the world around him faded away, and he was transported to a fantastical realm filled with magic, mystery, and love. It didn’t escape his notice that he was living two out of the three.

SEVERAL HOURS later, his phone buzzed softly next to him. Sighing, he put down his book and answered the call. “Hey, Lance, what’s up?”

“We’re going to Club Nomadic. Go wash your ass. We’ll be there in about an hour and a half.”

“I’m not really in the mood—”

“Eighty-nine minutes and counting. Don’t think I won’t throw your ass in the shower myself.”

Kayden chuckled, despite his reluctance. “All right, all right, I’m going.” He ended the call, placed the novel on the coffee table with a soft thud, and headed to his bedroom to get ready.

BY THE time Lance arrived with Mika, Kayden had dressed in dark, formfitting jeans and a subtly shimmering black satin shirt—a perfect blend of casual and killer for a night at Club Nomadic. Lance gave an approving nod while Mika playfully whistled.

“Ready?” Lance asked as they walked to his truck.

“For a night on the town with you two? No,” Kayden joked. “Am Idressedfor a night on the town with you two? I guess.”

Bass-heavy music from Mika’s latest playlist blasted through the truck, and the neon-lit streets blurred past until Club Nomadic finally came into view.

They valet parked and headed toward the entrance. The bouncer—a mountainous male in Armani—nodded at them and lifted the velvet rope without a word.

“That’s new,” Lance whisper-yelled as they walked inside.

“I’m actually glad to see the extra security,” Mika said.

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