Blood for the Spilling by TJ Nichols

Author:TJ Nichols [Nichols, TJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy
ISBN: 978-1-64080-882-9
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

ANGUS STRAIGHTENED the suit he’d been given. He tugged at the cuffs and tried to feel comfortable. But it was constricting. He’d only ever owned one suit, and that was for his grandmother’s funeral when he was sixteen. It wouldn’t have fit him now even if he had it. This suit was Mayan style—blue with fine purple stripes. It was nice enough, if one liked bright suits. But he was getting used to seeing them, and they were prettier than the gray or black clothes his father had worn—no Vinnish man would wear anything so bright and bold.

He combed his hair and did his best to make it look something close to civilized. It was full of blond streaks from the desert and well past time for a haircut. He should’ve done that yesterday, but he liked the way Saka ran his fingers through it and pulled him close for a kiss.

That was all that had happened after the feast.

With his blood full of the demon-brewed alcohol, he’d wanted more and so had Saka. They stole a few kisses but couldn’t do more because it would be wrong to exclude Terrance, especially with him there drinking silently and waiting to go back to Humanside. He’d barely made eye contact with him or Saka. Angus pressed his lips together.

He’d wanted to stay the night. He’d thought that, with the three of them finally together and not fighting for survival….

But no. Terrance was still doing his best to avoid him.

There was nothing he could do about his hair or Terrance at the moment.

He had no idea what he was going to say to the World Council of Demonology either, but Cadmael had asked him to speak. They were holding a meeting in Uxmal, though only a few knew about it because of security concerns.

There was a knock on his door. He turned, but the door opened before he could say anything. His back stiffened at the intrusion, but then he smiled as Terrance stood in the doorway. “Come in.”

Terrance hesitated and then stepped into Angus’s room. “You look good.”

“I look like I’m playing dress-up.” Though his father would never have let him dress up in his suits.

The corners of Terrance’s lips curved up. “But you look good doing it.”

Angus had become far too used to loose-fitting demon-style clothing. He felt trapped in the fabric and buttons. “Thank you.”

Such a formal thing to say when usually there’d have been kisses instead of words. He fiddled with the buttons on the jacket. Things had never been this awkward between them, and he wasn’t sure what to do.

He had to believe he’d done the right thing. The alternative was too awful. But he wasn’t a murderer. He was a mage. Was he going to have to talk about that with the WCD?

Saka had warned him that there were things mages couldn’t discuss with nonmages. Where was that line and would someone explain it to him at some point?

Terrance leaned against the wall. “Do you think they’ll cave to the demands of the Institute for Magical Studies?”

“I don’t know.

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