Page 104 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun flung himself out of the aperture as Damian’s momentum carried him past. Damian’s fingers dragged down Jun’s arms without gaining purchase. Jun sprinted back down the hall.
Somewhere to go. Had to find somewhere to go.
The door to Richard and Émeric’s room was open. He grabbed the edge of the door frame, swinging himself ninety degrees into the room. Richard was standing in an open door, adjusting his shirt. Collin lay asleep on a massive bed on his stomach, legs splayed apart.
“Don’t tell.” Jun flung himself on the floor and rolled under the bed.
He barely made it into the middle before Damian’s bare feet appeared in the doorway.
“Sir.”
Damian stalked into the room. He moved toward a second, smaller bed to one side, checking it, and then moved around the big bed in the other direction.
“Can I go in the closets, sir?”
“Yes,” Richard said.
“What’s going on?” came Collin’s sleepy voice.
“Damian’s hunting.”
“Oh.” Collin whimpered.
“Sore, pretty boy? Did we push too hard in the gym?”
“Not much.”
Jun army crawled to the small bed. Damian was still in the closets. Jun checked twice. He held his breath.
Damian came back. “He’s not there. Bathroom?”
“Be my guest,” Richard said.
Damian’s feet moved past Jun’s hiding spot. As soon as Damian was inside the bathroom, he shot out from under the bed and out the bedroom door.
Now where?
He could go back to the living room, but Émeric was a sadist. He’d out him just for the pleasure of his frustration. He ran back toward the Den and crouched behind one of the couches. The TV had been put down and the beds folded away. He tried to breathe without sound, peeking around the couches to see when Damian left Richard’s room.
“Jun!” Damian's voice rang through The Residency.
Jun shrank away, listening.
“That was a good one, wolfling.” Damian stalked the hall throwing open doors. Jun’s heart thumped in his chest. His hands shook.
Damian entered the Den. Jun pulled back, crouching behind the stuffed chair farthest from the door. Either way Damian came, he’d be able to run the opposite direction.
Damian rounded the couch; Jun jumped, clearing the chair.
Damian roared, and something fell. Jun didn’t look back, not until he’d reached the front room, ducking around the partition that kept those entering at the front door from seeing into the living room. Damian prowled into the living room, checking behind couches, moving slowly. He looked up, locking eyes with Jun.
Ai ya! Jinjja! Jun shook, all the languages in his head colliding.
Damian stepped forward, one motion at a time, arms held out from his sides. His biceps had never looked bigger. His fingers were curved like claws. “Going to run for it again, wolfling?”
Jun edged toward the wall. He broke forward. Damian lunged. Jun dropped low, rolling and kicking. Damian swarmed on top of him. They tangled together, Jun battering at any part of Damian he could, scrambling for purchase with his legs. Damian was heavy. Usually, he liked that. Right now, it was infuriating. He growled.
Damian’s arm was right there.
