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"Someone is protective." Jude thought it was cute.
"Seryn needs me to be." Mitchell quickly realized Seryn needed him for a lot of things. Seryn wasn't well. The bathroom incident told him that much. As effective as Seryn was at killing, he wasn't doing so hot with taking care of himself. So maybe Mitchell needed to make that his job.
And didn't he sound just like how Jude described Daruss' role in his life? Did that make him Seryn's Daddy? Did he want to be?
Chapter Thirteen
Seryn's visions were so intense he couldn't even drink the bagged blood he scored. He stumbled into the hotel, bouncing between visions of some semi-uncomfortable shower sex with Mitchell, whispering what a good boy he was in his ear and threatening someone about springing Mitchell from jail. And then he followed Mitchell into a warehouse. That last one was confusing, but not as much as untangling the mess in his head.
His hands shook, and he used the wall to brace himself as he made his way to the room and the mate who rejected him. It took him three times to get the card in the lock slot thing. When he finally opened the door, he found the television was on, and Mitchell was sleeping, sitting up. He clutched Seryn's phone.
Seryn shut the door before falling to the floor. Visions came in flashes, so fast nothing made sense. Mitchell and Jude. The Dragon Skulls and the club. The police station. More Mitchell. In rotation.
Seryn buried his face against his knees and tried to think of a way to make the visions go away.
"Seryn?" Was he hearing voices? That was new. "Come here, sweetheart."
Mitchell.
"Drugs." He could take drugs, make it so he didn't have to think at all. Maybe his brain would shut off. "Take drugs."
"I told you to come here, Seryn." Mitchell's tone helped.
Seryn sighed, but he stayed put. Mitchell wasn't his daddy. He didn't want to be his daddy or his mate, so he couldn't count on it being permanent, but it helped quiet the visions.
Seryn reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of blood. He chanted the spell that brought up a dome and drank while Mitchell cursed.
Mitchell struggled to get off the bed and Seryn let him because moving around was probably good for him. Seryn still didn't want to talk to him.
Each swallow gave him a little more energy. One bag wouldn't be enough. Rescuing Mitchell took a toll. But the second one would get him close to normal.
Seryn watched Mitchell as he closed the distance. He groaned as he tried to get down onto the floor, hissing in pain. Seryn almost took the dome down to help, but he didn't want to encourage the connection. His protective instincts screamed at him to do something when sitting turned out to be more of a fall.
Mitchell settled next to the dome and panted.
Seryn clutched the empty bag and gave Mitchell the side eye.
"As soon…as I catch…my breath…I'll…grovel." Mitchell leaned his head against the wall and shut his eyes.
"Grovel?" Seryn wasn't sure what that meant.
Mitchell held up a finger. "Not gonna move from this spot for a week. Just so you know."
Seryn smiled. "Should I find a bedpan?"
"We're leaning against the door. We're both stuck." Mitchell breathed deeply. In and out one more time before relaxing a little more. "It'll get messy."
Seryn chuckled. He didn't laugh very often and when he did, it was more about scaring people than finding anything funny. But he liked Mitchell's humor. As much as he didn't want it to be true, Mitchell was just about the only person who could make him laugh.
"Will you please come out of your tent?" It probably appeared as if it were a tent from the outside.
"It's a dome." Which wasn't the point, but he wasn't ready to hear more about how Mitchell didn't want to mate. He had a reprieve from the visions and wasn't ready to go back to them again.
"Why are you in there?" Mitchell whispered, frowning as if he really didn't want to know the answer but needed to ask.
"I don't want you to see me." Seryn reached into his pocket and pulled out the other bag of blood.
"I like looking at you." Mitchell's easy, flirty nature wasn't helping the situation.
