Death of the Moon by S.A. Pavlik

Author:S.A. Pavlik [Pavlik, S.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798985787603
Publisher: S.A. Pavlik

20

What. The. Ever-loving. Fuck.

Damien stared down at his shoulder. The heavy blanket had taken the brunt of the damage, but … Alec had claws. Actual fucking claws.

He chuckled bitterly. Why not? It’s not like anything else made sense anymore.

Holy hell, his shoulder burned. Alec had definitely broken the skin, but Damien didn’t blame him. Not really. It was his own damned fault, grabbing Alec’s hands like that and triggering another panic attack.

No. It was a full PTSD flashback.

He hadn’t seen one of those in almost seven years.

Damien’s heart twisted painfully before he managed to shove the errant thought back into its box. It could wait a few more days before he took that trip down memory lane.

The clock taunted Damien, reminding him he was on the wrong side of midnight and well on the way to dawn. Despite his exhaustion and the low thrum of a headache from going several rounds with a pillar yesterday morning, he couldn’t sleep. His mind raced at the implications of the previous day.

Had that really been a bobcat in Tim’s apartment?

Had that bobcat really been Tim?

By the time they’d returned to his apartment, Damien had been ready to chalk everything up to a concussion-induced hallucination.

Current evidence begged to differ.

Damien frowned down at Alec, sleeping steadily against his chest. They needed to talk in the morning, and he wouldn’t let the younger man distract him from it. Alec had promised answers in the ambulance, and now there were several more that Damien needed.

He didn’t even care about the weird shit, really.

Inadvertently sending Alec’s mind back to whatever hell he found himself in during that flashback, however, was another story. They’d find a way to work around this.

Damien attempted to shift into a more comfortable position, but his shoulder protested the movement. Fuck. His shirt had glued itself to the wound. He shouldn’t have let it go this long, but he hadn’t had the heart to move.

He couldn’t put off disturbing Alec any longer.

Dawn’s first light was creeping through the cracks around the curtains when he finally slipped out from under the exhausted man and padded down the hall to the bathroom. Damien gaped at the rust-colored stain that had spread over half of his not-so-white-anymore T-shirt.

He prodded at the three-inch hole in the shirt’s shoulder and winced when fresh blood welled up. He would have to just tear it off like a Band-aid.

This wouldn’t be fun.

Gritting his teeth, Damien pulled the shirt away from the wound. He hissed at the sting and carefully lifted the shirt over his head, pulling the torn fabric, so he wouldn’t have to move his injured arm until he could get a better look at the wound.

Damien damn near jumped out of his skin when warm fingers prodded the injury while his shirt was still half over his head. He yelped and jumped back, immediately regretting the action when he caught sight of Alec.

The poor man looked like a kicked puppy, just waiting for someone to send him away. Damien’s heart broke at the sight.

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