Bloodlines by Andrea Speed

Author:Andrea Speed [Speed, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

HE WAS woken up by the creepy, ambient noise of Vidna Obmana playing on the stereo downstairs, and Roan was surprised to open his eyes to a coldly bright room, another sunny day where the sun’s heat was strangely absent. Even though he heard the thrumming hum of the heater, the air was still remarkably cold. He had to assume Paris hadn’t been up too long himself.

After showering and deciding he was too lazy to shave today, he got dressed and went downstairs to the warm smell of toast, cinnamon, and coffee. He found Paris sitting on the sofa, the laptop balanced on his lap. “So you broke in and did some snooping? How illegal of you,” he said cheerfully.

Paris was more bright-eyed and awake than Roan had seen him in a long time. Wandering out to the kitchen, he saw that a medical kit had been left on the counter. Dee must have been here and dropped off the B-12 shots already, which explained everything. Paris had left out the cinnamon and the bread, but he had to go into the refrigerator to retrieve the honey butter. He’d bought this last night? Weirdness; he could barely remember shopping at all. “I never said I was a saint,” Roan responded, checking out the fridge and freezer to see if he’d bought anything else really weird. Yep, there it was—meatless buffalo chicken wings. If they were meatless, what the hell were they made of? That was it—no more shopping on Vicodin.

“Good thing too, ’cause honey, you ain’t even close.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Hey, that was a compliment! Saints are boring. Also, bad in bed.”

Roan shook his head and smiled, but struggled to keep it out of his voice. This was the old Paris again. He almost felt like crying from joy. “You’ve bedded a lot of saints, have you?”

“A couple. The lights from their halos always kept me up.” Paris paused, long enough to get serious. “It’s so weird to hear about someone freaking out because they’re gay in this day and age, isn’t it? I mean, shit, what’s the trauma?”

“Well, there are still a lot of people who think it’s perversion, or should be listed as mental disorder, or would be a whole lot happier if we just went back into the closet and stayed there. There are people who think it’s a choice, like when they were thirteen they woke up one day and said to themselves, “You know what—I’m going to be heterosexual!” See, we made the wrong choice by picking being gay and training ourselves to get turned on by men.”

“You’re speaking of the ultra-religious, I presume. You think Phan’s parents are religious nut jobs?”

“I don’t know. They could just be traditionalists. And by the way, who told you you could read that, snoopy?”

“You taught me well, Obi-Wan. I have become well versed in the ways of the sneak.”

“Don’t blame it on me, you were sneaky when I met you.” His toast was done, so Roan spread the honey butter on and dusted the cinnamon over the top.

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