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“Hmph.” Locke stalked away, heading for the nearby drink station, and Seth used the
privacy to whisper to Kyrian.
“Who’s Locke to you?” There. That sounded reasonable. Casual.
Kyrian looked taken aback as a slight frown puckered his forehead. “He’s a close
friend.”
“Just how close?” This barely not an accusation. Maybe.
A voice intruded into their space. “Close enough to know that you are a very recent
addition to his life.” A glass of water hit the table in front of him. Locke filled Kyrian’s
upturned coffee mug with a glare at Seth and set down the carafe along with a chilled pitcher
of cream. “And you appeared at the same time he ended up injured.”
“Locke! Goodness, it had nothing to do with Seth. Stop it.” Kyrian flushed as he glanced
pleadingly between the two men. “Both of you.”
Seth squeezed Kyrian’s thigh apologetically under the table as Locke responded, “I’m
sorry, babe. You’ve just been so quiet lately…” Locke’s eyes flicked again to Seth, this time
with markedly less hostility. “But I’m assuming the worst. Maybe you’ve been quiet because
all is good.”
“It’s getting better all the time.” Kyrian smiled gratefully at Seth, covering his hand
with his own, twining his fingers into his, and this went a long way towards convincing Seth
to let go of the rest of his jealousy of the other man. Locke was obviously a good friend and
protective of Kyrian. And it appeared that right now Kyrian needed all the looking after he
could get, even from a prickly, little omega werewolf.
Seth found himself chuckling inwardly at the thought of Kyrian’s two canine defenders.
Kyrian seemed to have no clue about the hidden side of his two best friends. Which made
him wonder—did Locke know about Kyrian’s hidden self?
Seth pushed the question aside with a shrug. Whether Locke knew or not, he was firmly
in Kyrian’s corner, and that was good enough for Seth. He let his acceptance show in his first
genuine smile at Locke and got a relieved grin in return.
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“Well, in that case, I’ll need details. Later.” He winked at Kyrian, who was an alarming
shade of red. “I know what you want, Kyr. Seth, how about you?”
“One of those enormous cinnamon rolls to start. We’ll see how much room I have after
I’m done. And coffee.”
Locke deftly flipped over his mug and poured from the carafe. “Here you go.” He
lowered his tone confidentially. “Always the special coffee for my special guy. Hmm, guys
today.”
Left alone, Seth found himself wanting to talk to Kyrian about them, the demon
besieging his house, Kyrian’s own strange situation, Lucifer. There was so much to learn and
to impart, he had no clue what to start with.
“What’s with the sigh?” Kyrian was still holding the hand that rested on his upper leg,
and Seth turned it over so that they clasped hands.
“Just wondering where to start,” he confessed honestly. His mind churned as he
wondered just how crazy he was going to sound if he told Kyrian the truth. Or even part of
the truth. “Will you tell me a little bit about your family?”
Kyrian laughed a bit. “That’s a good place to start, childhood.” He shrugged, fingers
idly playing with his. “Not too much to tell really. I didn’t really know my dad. And mom
was great, she was about my best friend until she died a few years ago.”
“Have you ever talked to your dad?”
Kyrian gave him a slightly curious look. “No. He was out of the picture before I was
born, evidently. I only know his name, nothing else. Never even seen a picture of him. The
only thing I have of him is a note that he sent my mom before I was born.”
Seth felt excitement well up at the mention of the name and the note. If he knew
Kyrian’s lineage, he might stand a chance of figuring out why he was being stalked by one of
the oldest of the old demons, and why he was still in the dark as far as his legacy.
Attempting to sound casual, an impossibility when so much was riding on the
information, he asked. “So what was his name?”
The look on Kyrian’s face told him he’d seen right through his casual manner but was
willing to go along for now. “The name for my father on my birth certificate is Sariel De
Angelo.”
Seth could feel the blood draining from his face.
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Sariel.
The Archangel.
Fuck.
Kyrian’s voice echoed in his ears. “And now you need to tell me what that means to
you, because after a reaction like that, I promise you I will not let it rest until you tell me
everything you know.”
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Kyrian felt a rush of shock followed closely by icy determination as he watched Seth
react to his father’s name. How did he know his father? A sickening thought popped into his
head. Did he know his father before they met? Is that why he’d come to the house?
His heart pounded and the adrenaline racing through his system was making him feel a
bit dizzy. Claustrophobia set in and he felt trapped. Hemmed into the booth by Seth’s bulk,
hampered by his bad ankle, he wanted badly to get up and storm out of Locke’s café. Taking
a deep breath, he tried to marshal his thoughts. Probably just as well he was prevented from
doing so, since he wouldn’t get the answers he needed by going off in a huff.
Seth hadn’t dropped his gaze since Kyrian’s pronouncement and was still focused on
Kyrian when he finally spoke.
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