Blade only laughed harder. When his laughter ebbed, Blade focused on him again, a sly look in his green eyes.
“Are you attracted to the werewolf?”
Alexander groaned loudly.
“Come on. Don’t be like that.”
“Yes,” he said. “Happy.”
Blade’s grin widened. “Do you want to fuck him?”
“Blade,” Alexander growled.
The little shit chuckled again, thoroughly entertained.
“Sorry,” he said, though the smile didn’t fully leave his face. “Anyway. If we’re to consider what you said, then maybe Lyla isn’t your bride after all. In the vision, I didn’t see a specific person. I saw you fighting in the war against dark creatures from the underworld. Then it shifted.” He tapped his index finger on the counter in a slow steady rhythm as if that helped him remember. “I saw the courtyard. Snow was falling. You were standing there holding someone in your arms, but I couldn’t see their face. They were turned away.”
Alexander’s heart thudded in his chest as he yearned for what Blade was describing.
“And you were watching a child play in the snow,” Blade added.
Alexander’s throat tightened.
“He had your eyes,” Blade continued. “And small fangs. That’s why when you said you met Lyla, I assumed it was her. It could still be him.”
Alexander blinked. “What makes you say that?”
“You’re already bound to him, and you find him attractive even though you’ve never been attracted to men before. You can’t stop thinking about him, even when you’re with the woman who’s supposed to be your bride. I think the signs are all there.”
“Except for one thing. I can’t have a child with Boaz. Or with anyone else.” He exhaled, resignedly. “I can only have a child with my fated bride.”
“Damn,” Blade muttered.
Silence stretched between them.
“Fate changes all the time. He could be yours. I could be wrong about the child. Maybe you adopted him like you did me.”
“Have your visions ever been wrong?” he asked.
Blade opened his mouth, then closed it again. “Maybe, you just need time with Lyla. Time to get to know her. To bond with her. To fall in love.”
“My problem isn’t time. It’s him. I’m too dependent on the werewolf. That’s why I can’t think of anything else. I need to find a way to stop this…this… fucking dependency.”
Blade studied him carefully. “How are you going to do that?”
Alexander shook his head. “I don’t know. But I will.”
He strode out of the kitchen without another word.
“Where are you going?” Blade called after him.
“To train,” he threw over his shoulder as he continued down the hallway.
He needed something to do. Something that would keep him from thinking about Boaz, of blood, of everything.
When he appeared in the cave, Alexander didn’t waste time, he picked up a discarded sword and stepped into the fray. But the young vampires offered him no real challenge. He could beat them with his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back.
And that was a problem. He had too much room to think