Blyd and Pearce by Kim Fielding

Author:Kim Fielding [Fielding, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-669-6
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I AWAKENED hungry, dirty, and somewhat disoriented, but with Jory plastered cozily against me.

“Are we late?” I asked groggily.

He yawned. “No. Sun just rose. It’ll be hours before Uren goes to the Finch.” He wiggled against me. “We have time to finish what the wraiths interrupted.”

Tempting, yes, but I was sore from sleeping on the hard floor and could still detect a chill inside me from last night’s adventure. I disentangled from him and sat up.

“It’s going to be a challenge getting to the Finch without being caught by the guard.”

He looked disappointed but shrugged, stood, and gave me a hand up, leering as I replaced my clothing. He’d never fully undressed, so it took him only a moment to get ready. We shook the dust off our cloaks before putting them on, and he attempted to tame his curls with his fingers. There was nothing I could do about my growing beard.

Jory seemed strangely cheerful. He hummed quietly as he laced up his boots. “Can we stop for something to eat?” he asked. “I’m ravenous.”

“Really?”

“I’m not used to adventures.”

“This isn’t playacting or a game. We’re going to—”

“Be killed. I know. But I don’t see any point in dying on an empty stomach.” He flashed me a boyish grin.

“What in all hells are you so happy about?”

His sigh was overly dramatic. “Well, for one thing, we made it through the night. Between Uren, the guards, and the wraiths, I didn’t expect that. And I got to sleep with you again, which was really quite pleasant even if the wraiths spoiled some of our fun.” His expression grew serious. “And last night you put yourself between me and life-threatening danger. Again.”

“It’s—” I stopped myself. I’d been ready to claim that protecting him was my job, but that wasn’t remotely true. The only thing I’d been paid to do was drag him to Uren, most likely to be executed.

Jory briefly stroked my cheek. “I’m not sure whether you did that because you’re a hero or because you specifically care about me. Either way, it’s wonderful. I’ve never met a hero before and nobody has— Well.” He cleared his throat and looked down.

Blessed Bolitho, why had I done it? Both times had been instinctive, with no time for conscious decisions. Perhaps my life held so little value to me that I’d throw myself in front of any oncoming danger. Perhaps that would make it attempted suicide rather than heroism. But no, I was glad to have survived, even if only for a few more hours.

I couldn’t solve every mystery. My own behavior would remain a puzzle. “I guess we can grab some food as we go.”

We each pulled up the hood of our cape as we left the warehouse, obscuring our faces slightly and Jory’s distinctive hair completely. But there was nothing I could do to disguise my height, and surely the guards were on the lookout for a tall thin man. The best practice would be to get to the Finch and off the streets as quickly as possible—and hope she was in a cooperative frame of mind.

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