Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last

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    Clearly, the male did not want to appear as if he had been waiting.
    When he finally answered and put the phone to his ear, his chin lifted and his body calmed. He was back in control.
    “Elan,” he said smoothly. There was a pause. And then those always low brows went all the way down. “At what date and time?”
    Zypher sat up.
    “The king called it?” Silence. “No, not at all. Only the Council would be allowed, at any rate. We shall remain on the periphery—at your request.”
    The last part was spoken with no small amount of irony, although it was doubtful that the aristocrat on the other end of the conversation picked up on that. From what little Zypher had seen and heard from Elan, son of Larex, he was less than impressed. Then again, the weak were easily manipulated, and Xcor well knew this.
    “There is something you should know, Elan. An attempt was made upon Wrath’s life in the fall—and be not surprised if there is an implication against myself and my soldiers at this forthcoming meeting—what? It occured at Assail’s, actually—but any other specifics are not relevant. So, indeed, one can surmise that Wrath is calling the gathering for the purpose of exposing me and mine—recall that I have warned you of such? Just remember that you have been utterly protected. The Brothers and the king do not know of our relationship—that is, unless one of your gentlemales has reported it in some manner to them. We, however, have remained tight-lipped. Further, know also that I am not afraid of being branded a traitor or becoming a target for the Brotherhood. I realize, however, that you are of a far more cultured and refined sensibility, and not only do I respect this, I shall do all in my power to insulate you from any brutality.”
    Uh-huh, right, Zypher thought with an eye roll.
    “You must remember, Elan, you are protected.”
    As Xcor smiled more widely, it was with a full show of fangs, as if he were on the verge of latching onto the other male’s throat and tearing out his windpipe.
    Good-byes were said shortly thereafter, and then Xcor ended the call.
    Zypher spoke up. “All is well?”
    Their leader’s head turned on the top of his spine, and as their eyes met, Zypher felt sorry for the idiot on the phone…and for Wrath and the Brotherhood.
    The light in his leader’s stare was pure evil. “Oh, aye. All is very well indeed.”

TWENTY-FIVE
    A s the sound of unanswered ringing came through the landline, Blay held the receiver to his ear and sat down on the edge of his bed. This was weird. His parents should have been home this time of the night. It was so close to dawn—
    “Hello?” his mother said, finally.
    Blay exhaled long and slow, and shifted himself back against the headboard. Folding the bottom of his robe over his legs, he cleared his throat. “Hi, it’s me.”
    The happiness that suffused the voice on the other end made him feel warm in his chest. “Blay! How are you! Let me get your father so he can hop on the other extension—”
    “No, wait.” He closed his eyes. “Let’s just…talk. You and me.”
    “Are you okay?” He heard the sound of a chair streaking across a bare floor—and knew right where she was: at the oak table in her precious kitchen. “What’s going on. You haven’t been hurt, have you?”
    Not on the inside. “I’m…okay.”
    “What is it?”
    Blay rubbed his face with his free hand. He and his parents had always been close—ordinarily, there was nothing that he didn’t talk tothem about, and this breakup with Saxton was exactly the kind of thing he’d usually bring up: He was upset, confused, disappointed, a little depressed…all the usual emotional stuff he and his mom processed in a two-way street of phone calls.
    As he stayed silent, however, he was reminded that there was, in fact, one thing he had never broached with them. One very big thing…
    “Blay? You’re scaring me.”
    “I’m okay.”
    “No, you’re not.”
    True enough.
    He supposed he hadn’t come out to them with respect to his sexual orientation because your love life was not something most people shared with their parents. And maybe there was also a part of him, however illogical it was, that worried about whether or not they would look at him differently.
    Take out the maybe.
    After all, the
glymera’s
policy on homosexuality was pretty clear: provided you were never overt about it, and you mated someone of the opposite sex like you were supposed to,