In Enemy Hands Ch. 06

He knew Adlar planned to feed from him. While the thought horrified him, it also left him hard. Lately his body wanted things that left his mind reeling. Was there something in the air here? He snorted at the thought. He wished it were as easy as blaming it on the atmosphere.

How much easier would this be if it were related to the ratio of nitrogen, oxygen, argon, and carbon dioxide? He also had to face the fact he was attracted to Adlar. And now Adlar injured himself while saving him. Gods, his head hurt now.

He finished his drink and washed out the glass. Then he remembered the wet towel he left in the bathroom and returned to retrieve it. He stood in the door, shocked to see Adlar had left his weapons out. Was this a test? Or was it nothing more than him being distracted?

Somehow he didn't see Adlar forgetting something as important as this. And if Varo did take one of the weapons, Adlar would know. It simply wasn't worth it. They'd managed to form the most tentative bonds of trust this morning. It was imperative he didn't damage that trust.

It might be his ticket out of there.

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