He drops them in his little trash bin. “You’re home, finally. I was becoming bored. Where is Jonah?” he asks, walking over to me. He grips the front of my shirt, pulling me into the room and kissing me briefly.
“Are you alright?” I ask him worriedly.
The emotions through our bond are all over the place. “Fine, where is Jonah?” he asks, glancing over my shoulder.
“Putting groceries away,” I tell him, and he nods before rushing around the room, picking up his cleaning supplies. I grab the vacuum, unplug the cord, and pack it back in the storage closet in the hall. Kyan steps out of the room behind me. Turning to face him, I watch him lock the door with a key before pocketing it.
“Did you have fun with your brother?” he asks, though I know he is only asking not to be rude. He doesn’t care to hear about what Eziah and I got up to.
“Yes, it was good to see him,” I tell him, and he nods while I follow him downstairs to the kitchen.
Jonah is still putting groceries away, removing everything from the packets, and placing them in their designated containers. It is bizarre seeing how close they are. They are best friends, more like brothers, yet Jonah never complains about how set in his ways Kyan is and does things Kyan’s way despite it being time-consuming.
Seeing him like that makes me wonder if it would come naturally to me after a few years. Jonah doesn’t even seem to think about it, whereas I would have just stuffed the boxes in the pantry. Jonah takes the time to remove them from their packaging and place everything in their designated, labeled containers.
“I broke the pasta jar lid. You didn’t have a spare lid, but I found this one,” Jonah tells him.
Kyan visibly tenses, and I know his OCD is running rampant today.
“I never labeled it. Figured I would leave the label for you,” Jonah tells him, which surprises me further that Jonah knows that would be what Kyan would worry about. Kyan sighs, and his shoulders relax as he takes the labeling device from the drawer and grabs the tall jar from the counter. Jonah gives me a look of worry as he watches Kyan try to get the label on straight.
Kyan’s hands shake in frustration, and I chew my lip, wanting to help him, but I’m not sure if I should touch him while he is in this sort of mood. His strange mood is making me uneasy.
“Kyan? Are you alright?” Jonah asks, but Kyan appears to be absorbed in the task as he mutters under his breath. Jonah, however, nods toward him, and I move, coming up behind Kyan and wrapping my arms around his waist. He stiffens before relaxing and lets out a breath. His hands stop shaking, and he finally gets the label on straight.
I rest my cheek against his back and look at Jonah. His worry for our mate is clear and etched into his face. I know Eziah, being here seems to trigger something in him because he was okay before finding out I was with Eziah. It makes me realize I have made the right decision about not telling him about Dominic.
I couldn’t bear to see him get his hopes up, only for them to crash down on him if I am wrong, no matter how strongly I believe I am right.
The night went by quickly. We did very little, just sat around watching TV while Kyan read over work documents. It took hours for Jonah to convince him to come to bed.
However, heading to our room, I finally notice the bed is different. How I missed it earlier is beyond me. I have been in here multiple times during the night, and not once did I notice the bed is bigger. It is the same bed, but bigger. I only notice when I suddenly am not squished between them both.
Kyan falls asleep instantly, while Jonah actually has trouble sleeping. He tosses and turns all night but eventually falls asleep, much to my relief. With them asleep, I want to see if I can find Dominic’s room and I know Kyan would ask questions if he caught me looking around, so now seems to be a perfect time. I know he won’t mind, but I don’t want to upset him with how he was earlier.
Climbing out of bed, the floorboards are cold under my bare feet. I can see the perspiration from my footprints on them. I thought their body heat made me feel like I was sweltering pressed between them, yet even walking around the house, I feel overly hot. Closing the door behind me as I leave the room, I walk down the dimly lit hallway to the thermostat to check the heating. It is stifling in here.
Checking the screen, I see that it is sixty nine degrees. I must be coming down with something. Shaking my head, I look up to the third level before quietly climbing the stairs. A shudder runs through me, and goosebumps rise on my arms as unease rolls over me when I reach the top.
Staring at the door to the seance room, I get a strange urge to head down to the left of the corridor. I stop at the front of a set of double doors, twisting the handle just to find it is locked.
Yet, something is telling me this is the room that belongs to Dominic and his wife. Chewing my lip, I know I will have to get Kyan’s keys, which I saw Kyan place on the key hook by the front door before he came to bed.
I am about to turn around and go grab them when I feel a warm naked chest press against my back. My heartbeat thumps in my chest as his breath moves across my mark. Sparks burst across my skin as his scent wafts to me invitingly, making my mouth water.
“Just me, love,” Kaif’s voice whispers below my ear, and I relax when his hand moves in front of me to place a key in the door. He unlocks it before pocketing the keys. Twisting the handle, he opens the door.
I let out a breath and peer up over my shoulder to see Kyan, yet Kaif’s demonic eyes are peering back at me. He pecks my lips gently and growls softly, the noise turning to a purr. When he pulls his lips from mine, he buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent deeply.