saved for another time. Looking up,
he found Dreo was back and staring at him—mouth open and eyes wide.
“What?”
“Your eyes…” Dreo murmured. “I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re beautiful.”
Gray snorted. Spinning on his heel, he started across the room, heading back towards
the murdered Lord’s chambers. He knew what Dreo was seeing and, while his eyes had been
called many things, not once had they been called beautiful. Odd, freaky, terrifying and
grotesque were the most common descriptions, but there were many more out there, each
more hurtful than the last. When tapping into his Sight , his normally dark green eyes paled
to a milky white, with a light ring of green were the iris should be. Add to that, the fact that
they glowed faintly when in a vision, and he was a perfect candidate for a side show freak.
Just set him up a booth, between the Bearded Lady and the Elephant Man, and he’d be good
to go. Come one, come all! Witness the horror that is…The Oracle !
A heavy hand fell on Gray’s shoulder, jerking him out of his inner whine-fest, and into
a hard embrace. Looking up, he instinctively knew it would have been Dreo who’d
approached him, despite his obvious bad mood. Gray knew he tended to be a bit emotionally
high-maintenance. His issues weren’t news to anyone who truly knew him. When he was in
one of his moods, people gave him space. They assumed it was best to let him work things
out on his own. In reality, it couldn’t be further from the truth. Solitude only caused him to
withdraw further, putting up walls against everyone, until he was unreachable.
Dreo was different. He saw through the smoke and mirrors, right to the heart of the
situation. Even after knowing the man for a matter of a few days, he already understood
more about the way Gray worked, than many of his closest friends and associates.
“Kiss me,” Dreo demanded, gripping his jaw firmly, denying him any chance of escape.
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“No,” Gray whined petulantly. “We don’t have time for this.” He was ashamed of his
childish tone, but he needed something between himself and the gorgeous Demon. The man
saw too much, able to cut through Gray’s normal bullshit and see through to everything he
tried to hide. It left Gray feeling entirely too exposed.
Dreo wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing Gray into his hard body. When Gray
tried to move away, Dreo held him tighter, allowing him to struggle. He strained against the
hold until the fight finally left him. With his strength gone, he collapsed into Dreo’s waiting
arms.
“It’s all right,” Dreo crooned, softly. “I’ve got you.”
“But we’ve got to find out who—”
Dreo covered Gray’s lips with his hand, effectively silencing rest of his words. “We
have all the time in the world. It’s not like the man is going to get any more dead. You are
The Oracle. Without you, none of this would be possible. If you need a few minutes to calm
down, you have them. Anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”
The soft brush of lips against Gray’s mouth was unexpected, but it was the look in
Dreo’s eyes that left him struggling for breath. Gray was no stranger to lust. He had
experienced it often and was used to seeing it in the eyes of his lovers. Dreo was different.
When Dreo looked at him, Gray saw more than he’d ever thought possible. The lust was
there, but burning even more brightly was a love that could not be disguised. It shone out for
everyone to see. It filled Gray with both tremendous joy and ball-numbing fear.
Understanding softened Dreo’s features as the man took a step back. “This can wait
until later. For now, let’s focus on the job. Once that’s done, we will have plenty of time to
explore what is growing between us.”
“Jesus,” Maddox groaned, pushing his way between them as he began to march down
the hall in the wrong direction. “Don’t
he found Dreo was back and staring at him—mouth open and eyes wide.
“What?”
“Your eyes…” Dreo murmured. “I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re beautiful.”
Gray snorted. Spinning on his heel, he started across the room, heading back towards
the murdered Lord’s chambers. He knew what Dreo was seeing and, while his eyes had been
called many things, not once had they been called beautiful. Odd, freaky, terrifying and
grotesque were the most common descriptions, but there were many more out there, each
more hurtful than the last. When tapping into his Sight , his normally dark green eyes paled
to a milky white, with a light ring of green were the iris should be. Add to that, the fact that
they glowed faintly when in a vision, and he was a perfect candidate for a side show freak.
Just set him up a booth, between the Bearded Lady and the Elephant Man, and he’d be good
to go. Come one, come all! Witness the horror that is…The Oracle !
A heavy hand fell on Gray’s shoulder, jerking him out of his inner whine-fest, and into
a hard embrace. Looking up, he instinctively knew it would have been Dreo who’d
approached him, despite his obvious bad mood. Gray knew he tended to be a bit emotionally
high-maintenance. His issues weren’t news to anyone who truly knew him. When he was in
one of his moods, people gave him space. They assumed it was best to let him work things
out on his own. In reality, it couldn’t be further from the truth. Solitude only caused him to
withdraw further, putting up walls against everyone, until he was unreachable.
Dreo was different. He saw through the smoke and mirrors, right to the heart of the
situation. Even after knowing the man for a matter of a few days, he already understood
more about the way Gray worked, than many of his closest friends and associates.
“Kiss me,” Dreo demanded, gripping his jaw firmly, denying him any chance of escape.
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“No,” Gray whined petulantly. “We don’t have time for this.” He was ashamed of his
childish tone, but he needed something between himself and the gorgeous Demon. The man
saw too much, able to cut through Gray’s normal bullshit and see through to everything he
tried to hide. It left Gray feeling entirely too exposed.
Dreo wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing Gray into his hard body. When Gray
tried to move away, Dreo held him tighter, allowing him to struggle. He strained against the
hold until the fight finally left him. With his strength gone, he collapsed into Dreo’s waiting
arms.
“It’s all right,” Dreo crooned, softly. “I’ve got you.”
“But we’ve got to find out who—”
Dreo covered Gray’s lips with his hand, effectively silencing rest of his words. “We
have all the time in the world. It’s not like the man is going to get any more dead. You are
The Oracle. Without you, none of this would be possible. If you need a few minutes to calm
down, you have them. Anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”
The soft brush of lips against Gray’s mouth was unexpected, but it was the look in
Dreo’s eyes that left him struggling for breath. Gray was no stranger to lust. He had
experienced it often and was used to seeing it in the eyes of his lovers. Dreo was different.
When Dreo looked at him, Gray saw more than he’d ever thought possible. The lust was
there, but burning even more brightly was a love that could not be disguised. It shone out for
everyone to see. It filled Gray with both tremendous joy and ball-numbing fear.
Understanding softened Dreo’s features as the man took a step back. “This can wait
until later. For now, let’s focus on the job. Once that’s done, we will have plenty of time to
explore what is growing between us.”
“Jesus,” Maddox groaned, pushing his way between them as he began to march down
the hall in the wrong direction. “Don’t
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