Wishing for Coal (Festive Djinn Book 1) by Emma Jaye

Author:Emma Jaye [Jaye, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Purindoors Publications
Published: 2022-10-26T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

“Before you pick him up, keys,” Spencer demanded, holding out his hand as Angus bent to pick up Coal.

“Well, there’s no point in trying to juggle sleeping beauty while you fish them out of your jeans, is there? I’m certainly not going hunting for them.”

Angus hesitated. No one had ever driven his car but him, and Spencer wasn’t insured to drive it.

“Come on, Fricker, I drive a fucking ambulance. If you’re that scared, I’ll scratch your precious car, I’ll hold him, and you drive. Just think, him and me snuggling in the—“

Angus pulled out his keys and dropped them into Spencer’s waiting palm.

Not trying to hide his smirk, Spencer said, “Good boy, I can see that was hard for you.”

Angus growled, “Don’t push it.”

Spencer laughed, a sound Angus hadn’t heard in many years. It sounded damn good. Once, they’d spent hours at the club, laughing and chatting, with subs at their feet or on their laps, snuggled and relaxed. It’d always been Jesse for Angus, but Spencer’s partners blurred into each other. Sometimes male, sometimes female, occasionally the same one for a few months, but most only lasted a night.

He wondered, hoped, they could get back to that one day. Angus only had the man in his arms in his imagined future, but Spencer… He couldn’t imagine him with anyone permanently. Once, hell even a few hours ago, he’d thought Spencer deserved to be alone. Now, he thought it was damn sad. Rattling around in this damn mansion, with all the money in the world, and no one to share it. Angus bet none of Spencer’s guests ever saw more than the huge building’s entrance hall and dungeon. The man was an enigma, just like Coal.

With his wounds cleaned, disinfected, and covered, Coal was wrapped up in a quilt on Angus’s lap as they sat in the back. Coal’s dirty clothes, minus those evil cuffs, were in a bag beside him. The car started, and Spencer pulled out of his driveway and onto the main road, smoothly, gently. Angus had no interest in their surroundings. Looking down, he couldn’t help caressing Coal’s hairless cheek.

Coal’s nose wrinkled in annoyance. With a mumbled, “Gerroff,” he snuggled in a bit more.

As Coal seemed far chattier on the morphine, Angus decided to try for some more information as Spencer drove them through the deserted country lanes toward town. In this part of Sussex, trees arched over many of the smaller roads, but in the middle of winter, on a clear night, the stars were visible. There were no stars out tonight, and clouds threatened more snow. He held Coal a little tighter, thinking about him possibly dying alone in that damn campervan. What if no one had noticed until it’d been too late? Would anyone have missed Coal except him?

“So, where did you grow up, Coal?”

Spencer looked in the rear-view mirror. “You do know you can’t trust anything that comes out of his mouth right now?”

“Yeah, but it might give me an insight into how his mind works.

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