Maris pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. “I feel terrible that I scared you. That I hurt you, but...” He let his smile loose. “I do love you, Ture.”
“I love you, too. But don’t ever die on me.”
“I have no intention of it.”
Ture carefully laid his body against Maris’s and held him. Pulling back, he wiped at his tears. “By the way, the size of your family scares me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You should see how many people are outside. It’s ridiculous. Darling, his two brothers, his sister. Zarya and Sorche. Fain and Hauk have positions at the door and won’t let any medical staff other than Syn in here without them standing over them. And they run every badge before the let them in. Nykyrian and his wife and their oldest daughter and one of their sons. Syn’s wife and son, and her two sisters, and Caillen. His wife and their daughter. Chayden and his friend. Jayne and her husband and three kids. Nero. And Safir keeps checking in. All of them are desperate to see you and know how you’re doing.”
“And the most important one is sitting right here.”
Ture smiled. “I love it when you sweet talk me.”
“All right,” Syn said as he returned. “Let’s get you submerged.”
Ture moved aside so that Syn could help him to the tub. Then Syn surrendered custody to Ture.
“There’s a link right here.” Syn showed it to Ture. “If you need anything, call. I’ll be back in a little bit to check on him.”
“Thank you, Syn,” they said simultaneously.
He inclined his head and left.
Maris lay back against the tub and sighed as the water soothed him. He frowned as he caught the odd look on Ture’s face. “What?”
“Your eyes turn silver even when your head isn’t in water.”
“I know.”
“It’s just so strange to me that it doesn’t pain you to change. It seems like it should.”
Maris shrugged. “I never think about it.” He brushed Ture’s hair back from his eyes. “How long have I been out?”
“Three days.”
He gasped at the length of time. “What time is it?”
Ture checked his watch. “Early evening. Little after seven.”
“Shouldn’t you be at the restaurant?”
“You know here’s the funny thing... I don’t want to leave you. I don’t care if the restaurant burns to the ground right now.”
“Ture—”
He placed his fingers over Maris’s lips, cutting off his words. “It’s true. I went yesterday to close up and...it felt so empty without you there. I kept expecting to see you at my desk or in the doorway. You’ve absolutely ruined me, Mari. I should shoot you for that.”
Maris took his hand into his and stared at them entwined. His skin shimmered with its peculiar silver hue against Ture’s dark, tawny flesh. “I can’t believe I finally found you.”
“Just make sure you keep me.”
Maris smiled, but underneath his happiness was the fear of what was coming for them. Dray wouldn’t rest until he was dead. Neither would Kyr.
In the past, he hadn’t cared. But Ture was a weakness he’d never had before. Today, he was the one in the hospital.
But what if Ture had been with him? What if Dray, out of sheer cruelty, had gone for Ture’s life?
How would he live with himself if he caused the one person he loved above all others to die?
He didn’t say that out loud, but in his heart, he knew the truth. Somehow he was going to have to find the courage to walk away.
Before his brothers killed them both.
CHAPTER 11
This had been the longest week of Ture’s life. What none of them had known was that Dray’s knife had been coated with a slow-acting poison that had sent Maris into seizures. Had anyone other than Syn been his attending physician, Maris would have died.
They finally had him out of danger and resting.
But Ture couldn’t shake the image of Maris flat-lining. If he ever laid hands to Dray, he, the pacifist, was going to cut out his heart, sauté it with onions, and feed it to Kyr.
He heard his link buzzing. Answering it, he smiled at the image of Mari in his hospital bed. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hi, gorgeous. Are you at the restaurant yet?”
“Walking in now.” Ture slid in through the backdoor. He still hated that he’d allowed Maris to talk him into returning so soon. Had it been left up to him, he would have stayed with Maris until Syn cleared him to return home. But Ture had made one condition. He would only return to work if Mari came with him.
Ture sent the link transmission to the large monitor on the wall at the same time his staff bombarded him with questions about Maris’s health. “See for yourselves, he’s on his way to full recovery.” Ture grinned at Maris. “Told you they missed you, too.”
Maris laughed. “Hi, everyone.”
Ture stood back as his staff took turns chatting with Maris while they got ready for the dinner rush. He hadn’t realized how much his staff had embraced Maris as part of their eclectic family until Mari had been injured. In a very short time, Mari had come to mean a lot to all of them.
Anachelle gasped as she came in the backdoor and saw the monitor. She rushed forward with Terek and waved his little hand at Maris. “Hey, Uncle Mari Daddy! We tried to visit, but they wouldn’t let your son in. He’s too young.”
Maris’s eyes widened. “Look how big he’s gotten. Ah! I wish I could hold him.”
Ture laughed as Maris baby-talked to the bald infant who stared at him with an adorable expression of total confusion.
When Terek started crying, Ana excused herself to change him.
Ture stepped forward. “All right, everyone, we need to focus and get ready. Maris will stay with us while he’s awake so ignore him like we always do when he’s really here.”
His sous chef, Amberlia, laughed. “Only you ignore him when he’s here. The rest of us actually talk to him.”
“It’s true,” Maris said with a wicked grin. “You only talk to me when you want to use me as a guinea pig.”
Ture arched a brow at him. “Play nice. I do have a switch I can turn you off with.”
A light came into those dark eyes that let him know Maris had a sexual comment to make over that, but bit it back. That’s why I love you, so.
His fierce warrior was ever a gentleman.
* * *
Maris tucked his arm behind his head as he watched Ture and his staff work. Until now, he hadn’t realized how much he missed being with them. He’d searched everywhere for a place to belong. But in all his wildest imaginings, he’d never dreamed it would be in a commercial kitchen.
The door to his room opened.
He muted his mic as he looked up to find Darling moving toward the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
Maris looked away. He knew better than to try and hide his feelings from Darling. A thousand images went through his head as he thought about all the times in his past when he’d needed someone, and Darling had appeared as if he’d sensed Maris’s pain. “I don’t know what to do.”
“About?”
“Ture.”
Darling sat on the edge of the bed and pinned him with a hard stare. “I don’t think I understand the question. You love him, so . . .”
“I endanger him.” Maris swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. “Over and over, I keep seeing you when Nykyrian told you that Zarya was dead. I feel how you shook in my arms, and the ragged, raw pain in your eyes. I really get it now.”
Darling took his hand into his. “It’s scary as hell. Honestly, I don’t know how Nyk copes with Kiara being a civ. With Zarya, I know she’s trained to defend herself and to kill any attacker. Still, with her pregnant, she can’t do that and every second of every minute, I’m a nervous wreck. I just want to tie her to me and make sure that nothing bad ever happ
ens to her again, and I can only imagine how much worse that’s going to be when my son’s born and I have him to worry over, too. But what choice do we have?”
“We leave.”
“Mare-bear...you did not just say that to me.”
Maris sniffed back his tears at the teasing nickname Darling hadn’t used since they were kids. “I don’t like feeling this way. You know my brothers, Dar. They would be giddy with joy if they could lay hands on Ture.”
“I know. Kyr is as much a threat to me as he is to you. But you and Ture can move into the palace where we have round–the-clock surveillance, and a full military guard. I’ll assign him the best of my guard staff. Even Sentella if you want. He can have them full time.”
“Gods, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mari. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know that. And what can I say? Being in love sucks. Life’s hard enough when you only have to worry about your own ass. When there’s someone else whose life means even more to you... They have you by the stones.”
“You sound like Drake.”
“Yeah, I think the little bastard’s starting to rub off on me. Since you’ve been spending so much time with Ture, you’ve forced me to start actually talking to my brother. I owe you a serious ass-beating for that.”
He laughed. “You love Drake.”
“In small doses.” Darling leaned forward as he finally noticed the small tablet on Maris’s tray table. “What’s that?”
Maris turned it toward him so that he could see the kitchen. “Ture refused to go to work unless I went with him. This way, we can keep an eye on each other.”
Darling waved at Ture who still couldn’t hear them. Smiling, Ture waved back then ran to put out a small pan fire. “I always knew you’d fall for a cook.”
“Yeah, I know.” Maris drew a ragged breath as he returned the tray to its original position. “Thanks, Darling. I appreciate the talk.”
“Not sure I did anything.”
“You did what you always do, gave me hope. And you talked sense to me.”
“Anytime, brother.”
Maris felt the familiar sad emptiness as Darling let go of his hand and left the room. He’d never really thought any other man could make him feel that sensation.
Not until Ture.
Turning the sound on, he moved his hand so that he could trace the line of Ture’s jaw while he went around the kitchen with unparalleled grace. He could watch that man move all day long. Nothing gave him more pleasure.
How can I even think about leaving him?
But the real question was— how could he endanger him by staying?
* * *
Ture froze as he glanced at the monitor and caught the unguarded expression on Mari’s face. For a full minute, he couldn’t move for it. No one had ever looked at him like that.
Like he was the air Maris breathed.
I feel the same way about you, baby.
And the last thing he wanted was to be here tonight without him. He missed being with Maris more than he would have ever thought possible. Even though he could see Maris on the monitor, it wasn’t the same as stealing a quick kiss from him as he passed by. Of Maris walking up behind him for a drive-by hug while Ture held a spoon out for Maris to taste what he was working on...
Love you, he mouthed at the screen.
You, too, Maris mouthed back.
“Ture?”
He turned at Ana’s voice. “Yes, sweetie?”
“Can I lay T in your office while he naps?”
“Of course. I had a small crib put in there yesterday for him.” Since she’d been running things for him again while he stayed with Maris, he’d thought it the best way to make her and the baby more comfortable.
She gaped at him. “Did you really?”
“Of course. Least I could do for my boyfriend’s son.”
Laughing, she rolled her eyes. “Remind me later that I have the custody papers for Maris to sign in my diaper bag. They came in today and you can take them up to the hospital later.”
“Will do, sweetie.” He turned back to Maris. “You’re about to be childless again, hon.”
Maris pouted. “Tell Ana I still want visitation rights to my boy.”
“I’m sure she’ll let us babysit.” Ture paused as he saw Maris bite back a yawn. “Are you tired?”
“I’m good.”
He narrowed his gaze on him. “Turn it off and go to sleep. I’ll be back as soon as we close.”
The reluctance in those dark eyes touched him deeply. “I’d rather stay with you.”
“As would I, but I don’t think you want everyone to know what a loud Snore-a-saurus you are.”
Maris laughed. “I don’t snore. You do.”
“Hmm-mmm, go on and believe the lies you tell.”
“Fine. I’m going. I’ll see you later, sweetie.”
Ture blew him a kiss before he shut the feed off. But as he did so, a wave of tears choked him as he felt Maris’s absence like a physical ache. It’s just a few more hours. He’d lived most of his life without Maris in it. So why was this so hard now? In the past, he’d been eager to have time alone. While he’d enjoyed his time with his boyfriends, he’d also needed time to himself every so often.
He never felt that with Mari. The more he was with him, the more he had no desire to be alone. Ever. He wanted to share everything with Maris.
It made no sense, but he couldn’t deny what was in his heart.
Trying to put it out of his mind, he forced his thoughts to cooking and running his restaurant.
* * *
“Is he still asleep?”
Ana nodded as she rejoined Ture at the sink. “I just checked to make sure he was breathing. He’s never napped this long before. But he seems fine. Granted, it’s weird and unnerving.”
“Guess he was tired.” He finished rinsing out the sink. “Did you get the orders entered?”
“All done. You?”
He wiped his hands on his towel then pulled his apron off. “Done. Finally.”
“Then I’ll go get Terek and we can call it a night.” She took a step away from him and froze.
Ture opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but the words choked him as he saw three uniformed League assassins with his brother.
Bristol tsked at him. “I finally realized why your current boyfriend looked so familiar to me, and why neither of you would tell me his name... Maris Sulle. He must be able to suck the plating off a starship for you to not give him up for the credits his ass is worth.”
Dread tore through Ture at those words and what his brother had obviously done. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“I did, and you should have given me the money I asked for, Ture. It would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”
CHAPTER 12
Maris jerked awake in his bed. “Ture?”
“Darling.”
He turned to see Darling sitting in the chair Ture often slept in. “What time is it?”
“Just after one.”
He went cold with that answer. “Where’s Ture?”
“Is he supposed to be here?”
“Yeah. He was coming over after closing. He should have been here hours ago.” Maris started to climb out of bed, but Darling caught him.
“Don’t panic. Call him.” Darling handed him his link.
Maris made the call.
There was no answer. His breathing ragged, he met Darling’s worried gaze as he tried to call Anachelle who’d been closing with Ture.
Again, no one picked up.
His panic grew even more. “He wouldn’t have gone home, Dar. And even if he had, he would have answered my call.”
“Okay. You stay here in case they’re on their way, and I’ll go check the restaurant and his apartment.”
Maris desperately wanted to go with him, but Darling was right. He needed to stay in case they were in a low reception area while en route to the hospital. Satellites occasionally malfunctioned and w
ent down...
It could be nothing. Terek might have gotten sick and they could be at a twenty-four hour pediatric clinic with him,
“Please hurry.”
Darling inclined his head to him. “You know I will. I’ll call as soon as I get there.”
Maris nodded as Darling left. Hauk came in a second later.
“What are you doing here?”
Hauk grinned. “Sitting on you while you panic. Making sure you don’t do something stupid. Are you planning to be stupid?”
“I try to avoid it.”
“Good for you. I don’t. Rather I embrace my natural stupidity with both arms.”
In spite of his panic, Maris laughed. He loved the grouchy Andarion. Hauk was always worth his weight in laughter. But still, he was worried. “They’re okay, right, Hauk?”
“Of course. You know we’re not going to let anything happen to your family.”
Maris was desperate to believe that. But as he waited to hear from Darling, he cursed himself for ever turning the monitor off. How could he have gone to sleep and left Ture alone?
Please be all right...
He’d never forgive himself if something had happened while he slept.
Time dragged until he finally saw Darling calling him. He picked up and heard a baby crying in the background. “Is that Terek?”
“Yeah.”
His stomach pitched as Darling fell silent and he heard nothing other than the baby. “What is it?”
“Is Hauk with you?”
This was bad...
“I’m right here. Why?”
“I need you to hold on to Mari for me.”
“What!” Maris snarled. “Darling, tell me what the fuck’s going on.”
When he finally spoke, his voice was tense and deep. “Anachelle is dead in the kitchen, and it’s obvious there was a bad fight here.”
“Ture?”
“No sign of him. By the looks of it, I think he was taken.”
Maris couldn’t breathe as those words slapped him hard.
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