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"I'm also a warlock." Seryn gave him that empty smile. The one that meant a lot of things depending on the circumstance. Mitchell thought it meant Seryn was nervous. "It's a rare thing to have vampire and warlock traits."
"So, you're unique amongst your own kind." Some humans were unique like that, too. It wasn't so off the wall to think other types of people could be.
Seryn averted his gaze. "It hasn't always been a good thing."
"Seems like you made it work for you, though." Understatement of the century. With what Seryn could do and the skill he had at killing, he was amazing and terrifying.
"Surgery is the only way to fix it." There he went again, talking nonsense.
"Why would you want to fix it? You're just fine the way you are, sweetheart." Not being human didn't take away from his beauty. But it left Mitchell leery, despite what he'd said.
Mitchell didn't know how to process it. He didn't even know what questions to ask, because something was clearly wrong with Seryn. He had something going on in that pretty head of his. No doubt about that. Mitchell just didn't know what.
"I meant you. The doctor will come in and say you need surgery. And you'll fight them, but surgery will save your life." So, Seryn thought he knew what was going to happen.
Seryn winced and shook his head. He blinked as if someone had thrown sand in his eyes.
"Hey. Look at me." Mitchell kept his voice stern. It seemed Seryn liked it, so he kept it up.
Seryn's gaze snapped to Mitchell. The stress vanished from his face.
Mitchell held out his hand, beckoning Seryn to take it. "You're going to tell me what's going on with you. Right now, Seryn."
"I have visions. But since meeting you, they come one right after another. I can't stop them most of the time." For the first time since Mitchell had met him, Seryn seemed worried. About Mitchell's reaction? He didn't know. With Seryn, it was difficult to tell why he had any reaction at all because he always seemed so calm.
"Visions?" As in he saw things that weren't there? Or he was psychic.
"Of the future. Of you. It's also a rare trait. Warlock genetics." Which didn't explain one thing.
"Why me?"
"Because you're my mate. I knew it the moment I saw you in a vision." Mate. That was a weird word.
"What does that mean, Seryn?" Getting information was like pulling teeth.
"I should wait to answer. When you're feeling better." Seryn averted his gaze again.
Since Seryn seemed to respond positively when Mitchell was bossy, he kept at it. "I told you to look at me."
Seryn's gaze snapped to him again.
"Tell me about yourself first. More about the vampire and warlock thing." They had to start somewhere. "We'll get to the rest."
Seryn covered his mouth when he yawned. It seemed even superheroes grew tired.
His ribs hurt when he scooted over. Moving at all sent knives into his abdomen. He hissed at the pain and then tried to breathe through it.
Seryn leaned forward. "Don't move around. You're going to hurt yourself."
Mitchell waited for the pain to recede before patting the bed beside him. "Come on."
Seryn shook his head. "You're injured."
"There's nowhere else for you to lie down. And there's plenty of room for both of us." Mitchell wasn't sure what made him do it. He'd watched Seryn kill more than a dozen people and he'd just admitted to being a vampire and a warlock. One of those things seemed impossible and since Mitchell actually believed him, it also seemed dangerous. So, it might appear as though Mitchell had a death wish. Hell, maybe he did. But he also owed Seryn his life. The least he could do was take care of Seryn, since he'd taken care of Mitchell.
Seryn chuckled. "You don't fear me."
"If you were going to take me out, you wouldn't have saved my life." If Mitchell was going to die, at least he got to see Seryn's beautiful face in his last moments. "You won't suck my blood, right?"
