And now, even that felt like it was falling apart.
“Fuck!” Alexander shouted as everything he had been holding back came crashing down on him. Boaz could not have chosen a worse time to tell him how he truly felt. After everything they had been through, every moment they had shared.
Alexander dragged in a breath of icy air, the burn in his lungs nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He scanned the area, forcing his focus away from the pain and back to what needed to be done. His grip tightened around his sword as he continued the search.
Chapter 30
Boaz
Boaz half listened to Manlius and Blade murmuring to each other about inducing another vision. They needed to check the veil and see how far the demons had gotten in opening it. Every passing second felt like precious time slipping away.
But Boaz could not focus on any of it.
His mind was stuck on what Alexander had said before he left.
The words kept replaying, over and over, and the more he thought about them, the angrier he became. Alexander had not even let him respond. He had just walked away.
Boaz took a deep breath, his heart pounding hard in his chest.
Just then, a sharp knock sounded at the door.
“Who the hell is that?” Manlius asked. “Give me a second.”
He rushed out of the room, leaving Boaz alone with Blade.
“We haven’t been properly introduced,” Blade said, stepping closer. “I’m Blade.”
“I know,” Boaz said. “We met earlier at the monastery.”
“Yes, but Alexander was too busy sticking his tongue down your throat to introduce me,” Blade said.
Boaz looked away, his neck warming.
Great. Did he really have to bring that up?
Blade chuckled and moved a little closer, arms folded as he circled Boaz as if inspecting him.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I thought you two looked hot. And the sexual energy you gave off was intense. I see why he couldn’t resist you, why he chose you over his bride.”
“He did what?” Boaz asked.
“Uhh…” Blade stopped abruptly, as if realizing what he had just said. His eyes widened and he glanced around the room like he was suddenly looking for an escape route. “Where did Manlius go?”
He turned to leave, but Boaz grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“You said he chose me over his bride. What do you mean by that?” Boaz asked, his grip tightening without him noticing.
Blade winced.
“Sorry,” Boaz said immediately, letting go. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine,” Blade said, rubbing his arm. He looked at Boaz with a more serious expression now. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It just slipped out. Alexander should have been the one to tell you.”
“She really is his bride?” Boaz asked, feeling as though he had been gutted. “He’s supposed to be with her.”
“I didn’t say that,” Blade replied quickly.