Malakai: MM Paranormal Romance (Sins of the Fathers Book 1) by Autumn Bridges

Author:Autumn Bridges [Bridges, Autumn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Mal and Oliver went into the kitchen together, where Mal went to Draven’s side, taking his blood-stained hand that felt too cold. That worried him. “Are you okay?”

“Been better, but I’ll live,” he said, before turning to Lila. “Right, doc?”

“I’ll stab you again, believe me, if I think for even a second you’re still a threat to Mal.”

“I’d hand you the knife.”

“Speaking of knives, you’ll have to pull out the athame from your friend,” Carver cautioned, his voice radiating with menace as he stared at Draven with contempt. “We can’t touch it.”

Mal hadn’t thought of Iokua. “He’s just lying there? If someone sees him, the cops will be here, and what do we tell them?”

“When I was performing the protection incantations,” Oliver told him, “I made sure to add a cloak for the body. No one can see it but those in this house.”

Mal was fascinated. “You can do that?”

“With the right teaching, you can, too.”

When Draven was stitched up and a dressing was covering the wound, he went outside, and Oliver let down the barrier again. Draven took his knife from Iokua’s chest and Carver was on the phone, telling someone to come get the body.

On the porch, Carver asked Draven, “You can’t have known him long. Why are you trying to help him and no longer hunt him?”

Draven took a moment to look at Malakai, his eyes soft and filled with guilt. The guilt wasn’t from secret ambitions, Mal knew just by looking. He felt guilt for even considering killing Mal. He then whispered to the two of them, “We can sense things other people usually can’t, and all I sensed from him was… good.”

As Mal nodded to him, he felt tears well in his eyes, but he didn’t swat at them. Draven’s mysterious looking gray eyes held the longing they both seemed to feel.

When they were finally seated in the parlor, Carver and Oliver on one couch and the others on the couch facing them, Mal asked that Oliver begin his story.

Carver nodded and surprised them as he took off his shoes and sat cross-legged. “I never did like shoes.”

Oliver smiled over at Carver. There was love there, Mal saw, but it didn’t seem to be romantic love. He soon learned why.

“Well, where to begin?”

“The beginning,” Carver suggested.

“Yes, of course. My name isn’t Oliver. I use it for business, you could say. You’ve never heard of me in historical or biblical texts, of course, but, like Draven may attest to, there are texts where I pop up from time to time. My real name is Ren. It was given to me by my other father. This, lady and gentlemen, is one of them. His name you may be more familiar with. This is Cain.”

The air felt as though the three on the couch had sucked it all right out of the room. Draven stared like his eyes would pop out of his head, but Lila was her usual skeptical self. “Cain. Like Cain, Cain? The first murderer in the bible?”

“Ouch.

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