Love Bite (mxm)(Brothers Book 2)

Chapter 7

Tyler's POV

I felt much better after my talk with Jon. I couldn't handle him being mad at me; he's the brother I'm closest to even though the twins are closer to me in age. When he was traveling and looking for his mate, I was sad and there was very little Alex or Kyle could do to make me smile. Jon was the one I looked up to and wanted to be like.

I wandered through the house until I came to Damon's study. I stood in the doorway and watched while he did some things on the computer.

"Have a good talk with your brother?" he asked as he looked up from the screen.

"Yeah, I did. He understands better why we left the way we did and he wanted me to pass on to you that when the time comes for us to fight Spencer you can count on my brothers and Dad for support." I walked into the room and took a seat across the desk from him.

"I'll keep it in mind. I am tired of running from him and want it over with."

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but if you're tired of running from him why did we leave Seattle and come to Wales?"

"No offense taken," he chuckled. "I would wonder the same thing if I was in your shoes. I brought us to Wales so I could meet with some of my fellow vampires who despise Spencer as much as I do. I didn't want to risk alerting anyone to who my allies were by making the calls from the states. I have reason to believe the Elder Council has been compromised.

I only told one person that Nique and I had found you, but Spencer knew when he attacked the house. When I spoke with Elder Stephen earlier, he admitted he had told a few people in the Council as he did research on two vampires having the same beloved."

"What did he find out?"

"There was a case of it happening before, but it was with a set of twins. While Nique and I thought of each other as siblings, we weren't actually related."

"That's weird, but I'm not complaining though."

Damon leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on his desk. "I'm not complaining either. At least she knew her beloved before she died. If I had to share you with anyone, I'm glad it was her."

"Ok, onto a less depressing thought. What did the realtor say?"

"This house is officially on the market and we have an appointment tomorrow to go look at other properties out in the country."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to sell this one. Maybe you can rent it out or something."

"I appreciate the thought, but Nique and I had already talked about selling this one; her death just moves it up some."

"Damon, please don't be offended, but I don't think you are taking the time to grieve for her."

"We all grieve differently and I feel this is right for me. She wouldn't have wanted me to dwell on it. I'm sure it will hit me hard in a few days, but I want to deal with Spencer first so I don't have to worry about him attacking while my mind is sidetracked."

He stood from his seat and walked over to the painting on the wall behind his desk. It didn't surprise me to see a safe behind it. He spun the dial, opened the door, and pulled out a black velvet pouch. He closed the safe and walked around to stand in front of me. He opened the pouch and poured the contents into his hand.

"I had this made for my beloved many years ago. I know you have the ring from Nique, but I would be honored if you would wear this as well." He handed me a gold pendant in the shape of a squared Celtic knot.