Page 85 of Visions of You
"Something wrong?" Ianair asked.
"Nothing," Jaron lied. "I should get going." Keegan was waiting for him, and Altair was waiting as well, for the money Jaron had talked out of his mother.
He needed to get some protection against mind-control.
He sighed. He also needed to stop by home and get changed.
Much as he hated it, he had to keep up his end of the bargain he'd made with his mother.
Keegan sat back against the wall, hunched over his laptop, next to the star charts on his floor, scouring the internet for any information about the fraying threads of fate he had seen in his visions. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing in search terms and clicking on links that led nowhere.
The door creaked open and Jaron walked in, but Keegan barely glanced up. Someone had said something ridiculous on the internet a few months ago, calling all seers liars and Keegan needed to respond to them and put them in their place.
"Hey, I'm back," Jaron said.
"Mm," Keegan grunted, not really hearing him.
"I got the money."
Keegan nodded absentmindedly.
Jaron sighed. "Keegan, hello? Anyone home in that genius vampire brain of yours?"
"Huh? Oh, uh huh, that's great," Keegan mumbled. He was almost done writing his message.
Without another word., Jaron strode over and poked Keegan hard in the shoulder. Keegan whirled around, an annoyed retort on his lips, but the words died in his throat.
Jaron stood there, wearing nothing but a loincloth and an array of shiny jewelry: ornate, golden bands adorned his biceps, rubies glittered against his collarbone, mirroring the color of his wings, and intricate patterns covered his wrists and fingers.
Keegan's mouth fell open as he stared at Jaron.
He looked so different now that he dressed for his status, and his stature.
"Wow," he breathed. "You look…"
"Incredible? Sexy? Irresistible?" Jaron supplied with a cheeky grin. He turned in a slow circle, giving Keegan an eyeful from every angle.
"I was going to say ridiculous," Keegan lied, trying to regain his composure even as his gaze roamed hungrily over Jaron's body. "What's with the getup?"
Jaron shrugged. "Just had this lying around. You like?"
"Mh, it's alright I guess. If you're into that whole regal gym rat look."
"Ouch!" Jaron laughed. "You know how to wound a dragon's pride."
"It's not hard, your egos are so fragile," Keegan shot back with a smirk.
"Oh, I'll show you just how hard I can be," Jaron raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Really? That's the best line you can come up with?"
"Why waste my best material when you're already drooling over me?" Jaron reached out to cup Keegan's face, his thumb brushing across Keegan's bottom lip.
Then however, he pulled away, as if he just enjoyed being a tease. "What were you doing with that?" he gestured at the laptop.
Keegan hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as if they could somehow erase the visions from his mind. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the dread clawing at his insides. What he'd seen…
Jaron's hand settled on his shoulder. "Hey, we're mates now," he reminded Keegan softly. "Whatever it is that's bothering you, we can face it together."
