A History Of Trouble: A Beacon Hill Sorcerer Collection by S.J. Himes

Author:S.J. Himes [Himes, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Maraya21, M/M Romance, LGBTQ+, Collections & Anthologies
Publisher: SJ Himes
Published: 2019-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Fae’s Gold

Comes after BHS#3 and before BHS#4.

“Daniel, I still do not see why I need to go to this place.” Rory scrunched his nose up adorably as he sought to recall the word he wanted. “This bank. I have wealth a plenty.”

Daniel sighed and flopped back on the chaise in the greenhouse, smiling up at the lush greenery that obscured the bright spring sun high above. “Rory, you need money. And I don’t mean coins from 1740 that no one uses and belong in museums.” Daniel sat up so fast his head spun. “Oops.” He shook his head until it passed then pointed to the chest behind the bench across from where he sat, the cold iron brazier between. “You have pouches of gold sitting in that chest. Pouches of gold! And no lock that I can see to keep people out.”

The fae lord had a literal treasure chest, and he was unconcerned by the fact beings killed for far less reasons than a lifetime of wealth. Rory shrugged, an elegant, nonchalant gesture that made Daniel both want to strangle the gorgeous fae and smother him in kisses. He would do neither, but he wanted to. Rory sat beside him on the chaise, and Daniel’s whole body felt as if he were sitting next to a ball of static, the fine gold hairs on his arms standing up, skin tingling as if he stuck a finger in a socket.

The mental image almost made Daniel roll his eyes at himself. Perhaps not that extreme, but it was getting harder and harder not to show just how affected he was by even just sitting on the same piece of furniture as Rory and talking about banal things like money and banks. “Rory, you need money. Modern money. You can’t buy coffee with gold nuggets or gems. I think. I might be totally wrong,” Daniel bit his lip again, worrying on the bit of flesh. “I’ve never seen anyone buy anything except with money or credit, so I think getting some modern money is our only option.”

A soft, warm finger touched his lip, and Daniel blinked at Rory who let his thumb slide over Daniel’s lower lip before dropping away. Rory’s fingers were strong and gentle. The touch arrested Daniel’s breathing, and he forgot how to blink. Rory gave him a slight smile, amber eyes warm, moss-green hair glimmering in the light that broke through the canopy overhead.

“Very well then, Daniel. We shall go to this place of money. If it will make you happy,” Rory graciously acquiesced, and Daniel blushed hot.

“Really?” Daniel asked. Rory nodded, and Daniel grinned. “I guess I’m so used to dealing with stubborn Salvatore men that I’m not used to anyone giving in so easily.”

Rory wisely made no comment, though a gentle mirth lit his eyes. The fae stood, and Daniel mourned the loss of his proximity. He really needed to get control of his wayward emotions. He put on a normal, non-lovesick-fool smile and got to his feet, reaching for his sweater and shrugging it on.

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