Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (read a book TXT) 📗

little training.” Blaise glanced toward his mate, who nodded in return. “We can spare those who wouldn’t mind making the move.”

“Snake River Coven, my previous coven, has also agreed to help with our security. Someone will be here tomorrow night to discuss it,” Stavion added. “This was supposed to be a place for paranormals to come to feel safe. Shit just keeps blowing up in our faces left and right, though.”

“You know these bastards from The Hive will send more.” Demitrius planned to do whatever necessary to make sure they didn’t make it inside the gates next time.

“Agreed,” Blaise answered firmly. “This place poses a threat not just to Haven, but to our entire world. We have to shut it down.”

“We have to find it first.” Cole rubbed the top of his head, mussing up his short hair. “I guess that will be my job. I’ll steal Jackson away tomorrow and see what we can come up with.”

“Cole is Jackson’s brother,” Blaise explained when Demitrius frowned in confusion. “Together, they probably know more about computers than anyone I’ve ever met. If there are electronic records to be found, they’ll find what we need.”

“The prisoners are banged up, but they’ll live.” Stavion didn’t sound overly concerned about their survival, though. “You guys take your mates home and get some rest. I’ll call if we get anything out of them.”

His need to be with Oscar overrode his desire for information, and Demitrius dipped his head, shook with Blaise once more, and hurried out of the room to find his mate.

* * * *

“I’m fine. Would you please stop worrying?” It had been three days since the accident, and Demitrius still hovered around him like an old mother hen. “Everything is healed, and I feel great.”

“You almost died. Maybe you can cut me a little slack just this once.” Demitrius pushed a plate of bacon and eggs across the table and pointed at it. “Eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Am not.” Oscar leaned back in his seat and rested his hands on the tabletop on either side of his plate.

“Just eat.”

“I don’t want to eat.”

“You’re going to feel like crap if you don’t eat. Do you want to get a headache?”

No, he didn’t, but he didn’t appreciate being treated like a child, either. “So, do you officially live here now?” The guy refused to leave his side since his kidnapping—with good reason, Oscar supposed—and he showed no signs of wanting to return to his private cabin.

“I wouldn’t feel right about taking you and leaving your friends on their own, so yeah. I guess I’m moving in.” Sliding into the seat across from him, Demitrius picked up his fork and poked at the eggs on his plate. “Why? Do you not want me here?”

“You know I do. Don’t be an ass.” Oscar didn’t want to fight anymore. He knew his lover had been worried for him, and it would take some time before that fear dissipated, though he doubted it would ever fully disappear. Demitrius would always have that worry in the back of his mind—and so would Oscar. “Did Stavion find out anything from those Drones?”

“Is that what they were?”

Picking up his fork, Oscar pushed the food around on his plate, but he hadn’t been joking when he said he wasn’t hungry. “Doctors, Teachers, Trainers, and Drones. Drones do all the odd-and-end jobs around The Hive. Top on that list is security.”

“To answer your question, no, they haven’t said anything. Jackson and Cole can’t find any records of the place, either. I, uh, I had an idea.”

Demitrius rarely hesitated, and when he did, it usually meant trouble for Oscar. “Tell me.”

“If we could find your parents, they might know something.”

“I doubt it.” Okay, it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He just wished he could be more help. “I grew up in Utah, love. Cicero is from Arkansas, though.”

“Yeah.” Demitrius sighed and shook his head. “We just have to get him to talk first.”

It was concerning that his friend still hadn’t spoken a word. He seemed normal otherwise, but the lack of communication couldn’t be a good thing. Maybe they should look into getting a professional in to speak with him. Whatever was going on with Cicero, it was beyond Oscar’s ability to fix.

“I don’t know why he won’t talk. I mean, I thought he was just scared at first, but we’ve been here for almost three months. He seems happy, but still nothing.”

“You guys have been through a lot, baby. Everyone deals with trauma differently. Maybe this is just Ro’s way of coping.”

Maybe, but Oscar was still worried. “Can we ask Stavion about bringing in a doctor or something?”

“I think that’s a good idea. Finish eating and we’ll go talk to him now.”

“Have you ever seen a doctor about your inability to shift one way or another?” If he could shift just about anything at will, maybe a geneticist could help Demitrius. “It might be worth a shot.” Oscar loved how his mate looked, but he doubted Demitrius would ever be completely comfortable in his skin.

Neither of them said anything for a long time, and he was pretty sure Demitrius was about to deny him. To his surprise, however, his lover gave him a nod along with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t think anything will come of it, but I guess it can’t hurt.” Pausing, he wiggled his eyebrows playfully and pointed to Oscar’s plate. “Only if you eat, though.”

It was a sneaky, underhanded trick, but Oscar was just desperate enough not to care. Cramming food into his mouth, he chewed as fast as he could and swallowed. Then he drained his glass of water and jumped up from his seat. “Ready.”

Demitrius laughed as he cleared the table. “If we hurry, we might be able to catch Cole. Maybe he can find something on Cicero that will help us in the right direction.”

“Even better. Move your sexy ass.”

“Hey, Oscar?”

Tapping his foot impatiently, Oscar fisted his hands on his hips