He opened the coffin and looked inside. When he was satisfied it wasn’t there, he scanned the cellar again.
Boaz stared at the warlock, then shook his head and started searching.
“I don’t see it,” Boaz said. “It should be here, right?”
Manlius looked around without answering.
“Maybe Lucas disposed of it.”
“You think so?” Manlius asked, glancing up the stairs with a worried look.
“He’s fine. Hansel spoke to him the day after Alexander showed up in my pack,” Boaz said. “If he was infected, he would’ve noticed.”
Manlius nodded, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t fucking know how we’re going to handle this.”
Boaz didn’t know either.
“We should speak to Alexander and—”
“Speak to Alexander about what?” Alexander asked as he descended the stairs.
Boaz held his breath at the sight of him, his heart slamming against his ribs.
Fuck.
He quickly looked away, but his gaze snapped back just as fast to the figure behind Alexander.
Who the hell is that?
Chapter 28
Alexander
“What do you want to talk to me about?” Alexander asked as he stopped in front of Boaz. He took the werewolf’s hand and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. “I told you I would find you, remember?”
How was it possible that he had missed him this much?
He pulled back slightly and looked at Boaz. The werewolf held his gaze, and in that moment it felt like they were the only two people in the world.
Alexander closed the distance between them and kissed him.
Someone cleared their throat, but Alexander didn’t care. He deepened the kiss, holding Boaz tighter. Boaz let out a soft sound, clinging to him.
“Alexander,” Blade said. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Come on, stop. We need to talk,” Boaz whispered, gently pushing him away.
Alexander pulled back, even though he didn’t want to. He would have preferred to keep kissing him, but Boaz stepped out of his arms.
“Okay, fine,” Alexander said. “Why are you here?” He glanced around, his eyes landing on the coffin.
“We’re looking for the stake,” Boaz said.
“Why?” Alexander asked.
Manlius cleared his throat, drawing Alexander’s attention. “You’re still infected, Your Majesty,” he said. “And your blood carries the infection. Three young witches are suffering from the same affliction you had before we put you to sleep. We have to destroy anything that came into contact with your blood.”
What?