burn of Mamoru’s hands where they held onto him.
Tristan cried out, bucking under the man. “St—stop!”
The heat subsided as quickly as it came on. “Do you understand now? I’m not just a human, Tristan. I really am just like you…” He grinned a lot of teeth, showing off those fangs again. “Well, maybe better than you because I’ve been bitten.”
“Holy shit,” Tristan whispered, falling still. “You’re an Uru—”
Across the room, the suite door opened and in stepped a very tall man and a very short woman. They stopped, blinking in shock at Tristan laid out on the floor with another man pinning him down, faces mere inches away.
Chrysanthe turned to her companion with a grin and said, “I guess we should have paid more attention to that Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Looks like we’ve interrupted something interesting… Do you think Ash knows?”
Silas grunted a laugh, taking off his glasses, not having really looked at the stranger pinning Tristan to the carpet.
“Get the fuck off me,” Tristan growled. “ God .”
Mamoru opened his hands and put them up, slowly climbing off Tristan. He’d made his point, now he had to have faith in Tristan to make the right decision.
The two men met eyes when Mamoru put his back to the others and tapped the side of his nose with a wink. The “Holy shit, you’re an Uru—” thing was their secret.
“Where have you been all night?” Tristan asked, attention darting between Mamoru and Chrysanthe. Not that he really cared.
The pythia put her hands on her hips. “That disgusting codger… he sent us on a wild, pointless hunt. I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose too.”
Silas grunted his agreement as he pushed the hood off his head and shook out his feathery hair. It was still a shock every time Tristan saw the fuchsia and bronze tipped feathers and wondered if they were as soft as human hair. In the back of his mind Tristan also thought that whatever else he might be, that it wasn’t elf since he didn’t have the hair and eyes, assuming he’d inherit those traits at all.
“Honestly, that old—” She stopped short, eyes fixed on Mamoru. The man’d just taken his seat again and picked up his tea, but he was frozen mid-motion too, tea cup hovering before his mouth, staring back. Next to her, Silas’s eyes widened as he tensed, really seeing the man.
“Oh dear,” Chrysanthe muttered.
The elf swallowed dryly, making eyes at Mamoru that Tristan didn’t understand. Mamoru took a careful sip of his tea, pretending he didn’t notice the sudden tension in the room and that the elf wasn’t trying to tell him something.
“You’re the one I’m looking for.”
“Me?” Mamoru asked, hiding his unease by taking another sip of tea. His attention shifted to the elf for just a moment, but Tristan saw something in Mamoru’s eyes that made him wonder about the man.
Chrysanthe licked her lips, looking suddenly nervous. “Tell me, what are you?”
His attention flicked to Silas again for a bare second before raising a brow at her. “If you don’t already know, seer, then it’s not your business to.”
“You’re an Uruwashi, aren’t you?”
Mamoru sighed. “That’s not your business, pythia.”
“Oh dear, but it is. I’ve been paid to find you.”
Tristan spun to give her his full attention. “You what?” God, he knew he couldn’t trust those two.
“Sorry, it’s just business, you understand?”
Silas gave a cry, jumping into motion as his companion lifted her hands in front of her, emulating a ball between them. Mamoru threw his tea, cup and all at the pythia and flipped the chair he was sitting in over on its side with him in it still. He was rolling away before his shoulder even slammed into the hard, unforgiving floor.
“Get down!” he shouted as he grabbed Tristan’s calves and yanked.
Tristan fell with a surprised cry, disorientated and confused. Silas was the only one in the room that could see the actual
Tristan cried out, bucking under the man. “St—stop!”
The heat subsided as quickly as it came on. “Do you understand now? I’m not just a human, Tristan. I really am just like you…” He grinned a lot of teeth, showing off those fangs again. “Well, maybe better than you because I’ve been bitten.”
“Holy shit,” Tristan whispered, falling still. “You’re an Uru—”
Across the room, the suite door opened and in stepped a very tall man and a very short woman. They stopped, blinking in shock at Tristan laid out on the floor with another man pinning him down, faces mere inches away.
Chrysanthe turned to her companion with a grin and said, “I guess we should have paid more attention to that Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Looks like we’ve interrupted something interesting… Do you think Ash knows?”
Silas grunted a laugh, taking off his glasses, not having really looked at the stranger pinning Tristan to the carpet.
“Get the fuck off me,” Tristan growled. “ God .”
Mamoru opened his hands and put them up, slowly climbing off Tristan. He’d made his point, now he had to have faith in Tristan to make the right decision.
The two men met eyes when Mamoru put his back to the others and tapped the side of his nose with a wink. The “Holy shit, you’re an Uru—” thing was their secret.
“Where have you been all night?” Tristan asked, attention darting between Mamoru and Chrysanthe. Not that he really cared.
The pythia put her hands on her hips. “That disgusting codger… he sent us on a wild, pointless hunt. I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose too.”
Silas grunted his agreement as he pushed the hood off his head and shook out his feathery hair. It was still a shock every time Tristan saw the fuchsia and bronze tipped feathers and wondered if they were as soft as human hair. In the back of his mind Tristan also thought that whatever else he might be, that it wasn’t elf since he didn’t have the hair and eyes, assuming he’d inherit those traits at all.
“Honestly, that old—” She stopped short, eyes fixed on Mamoru. The man’d just taken his seat again and picked up his tea, but he was frozen mid-motion too, tea cup hovering before his mouth, staring back. Next to her, Silas’s eyes widened as he tensed, really seeing the man.
“Oh dear,” Chrysanthe muttered.
The elf swallowed dryly, making eyes at Mamoru that Tristan didn’t understand. Mamoru took a careful sip of his tea, pretending he didn’t notice the sudden tension in the room and that the elf wasn’t trying to tell him something.
“You’re the one I’m looking for.”
“Me?” Mamoru asked, hiding his unease by taking another sip of tea. His attention shifted to the elf for just a moment, but Tristan saw something in Mamoru’s eyes that made him wonder about the man.
Chrysanthe licked her lips, looking suddenly nervous. “Tell me, what are you?”
His attention flicked to Silas again for a bare second before raising a brow at her. “If you don’t already know, seer, then it’s not your business to.”
“You’re an Uruwashi, aren’t you?”
Mamoru sighed. “That’s not your business, pythia.”
“Oh dear, but it is. I’ve been paid to find you.”
Tristan spun to give her his full attention. “You what?” God, he knew he couldn’t trust those two.
“Sorry, it’s just business, you understand?”
Silas gave a cry, jumping into motion as his companion lifted her hands in front of her, emulating a ball between them. Mamoru threw his tea, cup and all at the pythia and flipped the chair he was sitting in over on its side with him in it still. He was rolling away before his shoulder even slammed into the hard, unforgiving floor.
“Get down!” he shouted as he grabbed Tristan’s calves and yanked.
Tristan fell with a surprised cry, disorientated and confused. Silas was the only one in the room that could see the actual
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