The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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Lying flat with a heavy weight on his back with a rock jabbing his hip and cold dirt against his stomach where his shirt had ridden up wasn't how he planned his afternoon.
He hadn't actually planned on doing anything.
But Milton wanted him to train. He also suspected the old man wanted to test his abilities after returning from the dead. Kane complained but couldn't refuse, not when they had unexpected downtime, and he'd be a fool not to utilize that rarity.
The only problem was that Milton wasn't just training him.
After years of refusing to participate in anything close to exercise, Reid finally asked Milton to teach him to fight. The old man looked like he wanted to jump for joy. His eyes were ecstatic.
Dad had always wanted to teach Reid a few things, at least for self-defence, but Reid was lazy, and work was his least favourite word.
Kane agreed, giving Reid some pointers was a good idea. The idiot got himself into enough trouble. Knowing how to swing a sword, especially now, with the shit they were constantly finding themselves in, was necessary.
But there was a major issue.
Reid, who watched television through the night, only to fall asleep, drooling on the couch, familiar.
Reid bothering him into a fit of rage, irritating.
Reid, who tried to cuddle him relentlessly at night until he gave up and allowed the idiot to snuggle against his chest while Hannah slept soundly on the other side, eye-rolling.
Reid sparring in the middle of the woods, fucking unsettling.
It was as if the violence brought out Reid's vampire side.
Kane was sweating from every cocky smirk that Reid gave him, and every time they were close, he felt impossibly dizzy and unsettlingly eager. His neck kept tingling, and his skin was hypersensitive.
He couldn't tell Milton that the training was too much for him to handle. He'd have to confess to his dad that he wanted to be bitten, and that would be the day he died of humiliation on the spot.
For the last week, his withdrawal from not having vampire blood had grown. He'll admit it had gotten bad for a while. But he had refused to be apart from Reid, even if it would have made the sweating and shaking more manageable.
Kane wasn't going to lock himself away when Kiernan was, too.
Reid needed Kane's presence more than ever to remind the idiot that they hadn't given up.
So, for the last two weeks, Kane handled the urges himself. Even if he stayed up for hours at night with his hand on Reid's neck as the idiot slept, counting the steady beats of Reid's pulse and so close to putting his mouth against it. He could imagine Reid's blood filling his mouth. Even now, the memory of its taste called out to him in ways he couldn't understand wholly, only wanting more than he'd ever wanted anything in his entire life.
