Tip of the Tongue [BoyxBoy - Complete - CMS Bk. 1]

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Ren and Ashton shared a look.

Ren stepped back. His heart was back in his throat. He clenched and unclenched his hands as Ashton opened the door.

"What?"

Ren could just see a hint of vibrant red hair from where he was standing. He didn't think it was Ashton's father—not with the way he was talking to him.

Whoever was on the otherside tried to push the door open.

"What do you mean what? I heard you talking to someone."

It was a man. He had a higher pitch voice than Ashton, but it wasn't a feminine sounding voice. He sounded full of himself. Ren wouldn't doubt this was a relative of Ashton's. A brother? They sounded around the same age.

"That isn't any of your business, is it?"

Ashton tried to push the man out.

"Are you sneaking them in for the night? Who is it? I really don't think anyone is willing to sleep with your ugly corpse."

The man managed to slip through the small space between Ashton and the door. They came to a halt and looked around with a smirk on their face.

He was much taller than Ren expected. His vibrant red hair couldn't have been natural, but by the way he had it pulled up into a no nonsense ponytail, he didn't seem like the type to really care about the color of his hair. He wore black silk pajamas that couldn't be cheap and a pair of gold wire glasses.

That was unusual. Vampires didn't need glasses. They had more than perfect vision.

Ren was right about the fact he and Ashton were related. They had the same eyes. The same eyes that Ashton had gotten from his mother. And Ren had also been right that they were around the same age.

The man stopped and stared at Ren. He cocked his head.

"Well that's surprising."

Ashton tried to slam the door, but it was so well built it came to a soft close.

"Is there a reason why you need to see what I'm up to?" Ashton crossed his arms and walked in front of the man.

The man was still looking at Ren. Ren shifted back and forth on his feet, trying to shake out the uneasiness he got from the man's wandering gaze. When he seemed to have gotten over his curiosity, he looked away. The smirk on his face reminded Ren so much of Ashton, yet it was different. The smirk on this man was unsettling. Like he was planning devious acts. When Ashton did the same, he just looked like he knew he was better than everyone else.

Ren would choose that over the other any day.

"I don't think I need a reason when you're bringing in strangers into the house I live in," the man said. He looked around the room and his eyes settled on the book on the bed. "What's this?"

"Don't—"

The man jumped on the bed. He landed with a thump, messing up the neatly made bed. He grabbed the book and flipped it open. The page Ren and Ashton had been looking at was freshly creased. The book made it easy for the man to find what they were looking at.

He gave a long whistle. "Demon Hounds, huh. You two going on a hunt or something?"

Ren stepped further to the side when he saw the look on Ashton's face.

Ashton yanked the book out of the man's hands. The man rose a brow.

"Okay. I didn't know it was that serious."