spotted them here and there when he was out and about.
He knew that Wayland even now watched him from across the street.
Everywhere that Kamiko went, there was a demon warrior watching him. Of course, if Kamiko tried to approach them, they stepped back into the shadows and disappeared.
Kamiko was running out of ideas on how to find Takeo. He hadn’t meant for the man to leave him permanently. They just needed time to think, both of them. Deciding what they wanted out of the relationship between the two of them was going to be the only way they could hold it together. They were changing, and that meant their relationship was changing as well.
Kamiko loved Takeo, but he also needed to have the freedom to discover who he really was. That didn’t mean he wanted to be alone, just that he needed to spread his wings and fly a little bit. He would have preferred to do it with Takeo at his side.
Why couldn’t anyone understand that?
Kamiko felt like he was fighting a losing battle. No one would tell him where Takeo was or even talk about him. He had, apparently, become a pariah to the demon warriors. They wouldn’t have anything to do with him. And once again, he was all alone. Only this time, he knew exactly what he was missing—the other half of his soul.
Kamiko pushed himself to his feet and walked across the room to the phone. There was only one person he knew of who could get him back to Pride Pack Valley. From there, he would start his search for Takeo, and he wouldn’t stop until he found his missing mate.
Kamiko dialed the number he knew by heart then turned to smile at the demon warrior he could see standing across the street, leaning up against a building.
He had a plan.
“Yasuko, this is Kamiko. I need a small favor.”
* * * *
Wayland stood up straighter as he watched the lights in Kamiko’s home suddenly darken. It was barely ten at night. The lights shouldn’t have gone out this early. Something was wrong. He just knew it, and if he fucked up this assignment, there wouldn’t be enough pieces left to glue him back together. Panahasi would be pissed.
It wasn’t just Panahasi he was worried about. As scary as the dude was, Wayland was more frightened of Takeo at the moment. The demon had lost his ever-loving mind, and Wayland wasn’t sure he was ever going to find it again.
After Takeo had come back from visiting Kamiko, Panahasi had taken him away. None of the other demons knew exactly where, and Panahasi wasn’t talking about it. He had just come back and ordered twenty-four-hour protection for Kamiko. They just weren’t allowed to approach Kamiko or talk to him unless his life was in danger, and then they could only take him somewhere safe.
Wayland still wasn’t sure what had happened between Kamiko and Takeo. Again, Panahasi wasn’t saying anything. Wayland and the rest of the demon warriors who had been ordered to watch over Kamiko started to suspect that Kamiko had rejected Takeo.
Maybe he couldn’t handle seeing Takeo in battle. Maybe it was the whole demon thing. Maybe Kamiko had never truly cared for Takeo, although Wayland doubted that one. He’d seen how Kamiko looked at Takeo.
Whatever had happened, it was destroying Takeo, and that was something Wayland couldn’t forgive Kamiko. Takeo had grown up in hell. Kamiko was supposed to be Takeo’s reward for the horrible life he had lived and the things he had seen and done to save the world from the bad guys. He wasn’t supposed to continue living in hell.
Wayland pushed himself away from the edge of the building and started walking slowly across the street. He knew he wasn’t supposed to approach Kamiko, but maybe if he talked with the guy, he could convince him to go back to Takeo—anything to stop his friend’s suffering.
Besides, he needed to check on Kamiko and make sure he was okay.
Wayland walked across the street then made his way up the stairs to the home Kamiko was borrowing from a friend. He drew in a breath of
He knew that Wayland even now watched him from across the street.
Everywhere that Kamiko went, there was a demon warrior watching him. Of course, if Kamiko tried to approach them, they stepped back into the shadows and disappeared.
Kamiko was running out of ideas on how to find Takeo. He hadn’t meant for the man to leave him permanently. They just needed time to think, both of them. Deciding what they wanted out of the relationship between the two of them was going to be the only way they could hold it together. They were changing, and that meant their relationship was changing as well.
Kamiko loved Takeo, but he also needed to have the freedom to discover who he really was. That didn’t mean he wanted to be alone, just that he needed to spread his wings and fly a little bit. He would have preferred to do it with Takeo at his side.
Why couldn’t anyone understand that?
Kamiko felt like he was fighting a losing battle. No one would tell him where Takeo was or even talk about him. He had, apparently, become a pariah to the demon warriors. They wouldn’t have anything to do with him. And once again, he was all alone. Only this time, he knew exactly what he was missing—the other half of his soul.
Kamiko pushed himself to his feet and walked across the room to the phone. There was only one person he knew of who could get him back to Pride Pack Valley. From there, he would start his search for Takeo, and he wouldn’t stop until he found his missing mate.
Kamiko dialed the number he knew by heart then turned to smile at the demon warrior he could see standing across the street, leaning up against a building.
He had a plan.
“Yasuko, this is Kamiko. I need a small favor.”
* * * *
Wayland stood up straighter as he watched the lights in Kamiko’s home suddenly darken. It was barely ten at night. The lights shouldn’t have gone out this early. Something was wrong. He just knew it, and if he fucked up this assignment, there wouldn’t be enough pieces left to glue him back together. Panahasi would be pissed.
It wasn’t just Panahasi he was worried about. As scary as the dude was, Wayland was more frightened of Takeo at the moment. The demon had lost his ever-loving mind, and Wayland wasn’t sure he was ever going to find it again.
After Takeo had come back from visiting Kamiko, Panahasi had taken him away. None of the other demons knew exactly where, and Panahasi wasn’t talking about it. He had just come back and ordered twenty-four-hour protection for Kamiko. They just weren’t allowed to approach Kamiko or talk to him unless his life was in danger, and then they could only take him somewhere safe.
Wayland still wasn’t sure what had happened between Kamiko and Takeo. Again, Panahasi wasn’t saying anything. Wayland and the rest of the demon warriors who had been ordered to watch over Kamiko started to suspect that Kamiko had rejected Takeo.
Maybe he couldn’t handle seeing Takeo in battle. Maybe it was the whole demon thing. Maybe Kamiko had never truly cared for Takeo, although Wayland doubted that one. He’d seen how Kamiko looked at Takeo.
Whatever had happened, it was destroying Takeo, and that was something Wayland couldn’t forgive Kamiko. Takeo had grown up in hell. Kamiko was supposed to be Takeo’s reward for the horrible life he had lived and the things he had seen and done to save the world from the bad guys. He wasn’t supposed to continue living in hell.
Wayland pushed himself away from the edge of the building and started walking slowly across the street. He knew he wasn’t supposed to approach Kamiko, but maybe if he talked with the guy, he could convince him to go back to Takeo—anything to stop his friend’s suffering.
Besides, he needed to check on Kamiko and make sure he was okay.
Wayland walked across the street then made his way up the stairs to the home Kamiko was borrowing from a friend. He drew in a breath of
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