Vigil Notturno 2 by Z.A. Maxfield

Author:Z.A. Maxfield [Maxfield, Z.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“I can.” Adin leaned forward and gave the driver Edward’s address. He might have wanted to go to a hotel first, maybe get cleaned up, but he’d learned recently that Tuan’s expertise in a situation like this could save his life.

Boaz turned around in his seat and shot Adin a curious stare. Adin shrugged. To Edward he said, “Boaz is here as well as Bran. Should they come too?”

“Absolutely. Tuan wants to talk to everyone. What have you gotten yourself into this time?” “I haven’t got the faintest clue.”

“How’s Donte? Have you heard anything?”

“No.” Adin clenched his teeth. He would not blow his cool. “It’s going to be all right,” Edward said gently.

Adin swallowed hard. “I know. I’ll be there soon.” He ended the call and leaned his head against the window. Edward opened the door of his attractive Victorian row house and immediately enveloped Adin in a hard hug. Adin clung to him, pressing his face against the colorfully inked skin of Edward’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of the best friend he’d ever had.

“ Fuck.” He tried not to cry, but the emotions of the previous days and the fact that Edward was crushing his soft cast between their bodies got the better of him. Edward rocked him for a second, soothing Adin until he couldn’t help but wince from the pressure. Adin pushed him gently away.

“I’m so sorry. I forgot about that.” Edward put an arm that jingled with the music of multiple bracelets over Adin’s shoulder. “I’m so glad to see you.”

They ushered Bran inside while Tuan stepped out to greet Boaz and help the driver with the luggage.

Adin watched them briefly from a window in the vestibule, as always admiring the fluid grace with which the bookish-looking Tuan moved. His jacket stretched across his back as he easily lifted Adin’s case from the trunk of the car.

“Oh, my man.” Edward sighed. “Isn’t he the bees’s knees?” Bran appeared to be stifling a laugh as Adin nodded. “Right then.” Edward turned to Bran. “Let me get a look at you. Bran, yes?”

Bran nodded, running a nervous hand through his hair. Under the long, elegant coat Adin had purchased for him he wore a vintage suit, one of Adin’s crisp, colored dress shirts, and a spectacularly horrible tie. Adin knew Edward, who still flogged the bad boy vibe in a tight T-shirt and low-slung jeans, would love Bran on sight. Bran stared open-mouthed until Edward—who was pierced and tatted everywhere, which lent him a somewhat fierce air—gave him a playful growl.

“What are you looking at?” Edward folded his thin arms and grinned.

“You look exactly the same as you do in Adin’s dreams.”

Tuan walked in the door at that precise moment. “Adin dreams about you?”

Bran flushed. “Not like…you know. Dreams, dreams.”

“Careful, Bran. We don’t know if Tuan’s the jealous type.” Edward answered for Tuan. “He’s got no reason to be.”

He carelessly grabbed Bran’s hand to pull him into the parlor. Adin’s eyes were on Tuan at that moment, but he felt a shudder all around him, a shockwave that rocked his body back like a light earthquake.

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