Yes we are, Moon Dance. A very good kind of weird.
So what does this mean with my son?
I don't know, Moon Dance. There was another pause. And you say he's getting better in sports, too?
Much, much better.
Supernaturally better?
Last year about this time he was benched for picking his nose. Now he's the leading scorer. I wouldn't have thought anything about this, except...
Except when you combine it with the disappearing wound...
Right, I wrote. There's something weird going on with my son. Fang, could you...
I'll look into it, Moon Dance.
Thank you, Fang.
And as we were about to sign off, I caught a fleeting glimpse into Fang's mind, a thought that I was certain I wasn't supposed to see or hear. Except it wasn't so much a thought as a feeling.
Fang was hoping that if he helped me, I would help him in return. To do what, I didn't know.
But I could guess.
Chapter Fifteen
I was in bed with Kingsley.
Not a bad place to be. Ever. It was the day after his "change" and he was feeling particularly, ah, ravenous. And not just for food. Yes, he had prepared a delicious meal for himself, and supplied me with a particularly fresh goblet of hemoglobin.
We had spent the evening in his kitchen, drinking and eating over his counter, while he looked at me with yellowish eyes that suggested that he was not only going to tear my clothing off my back, but he was going to do so in a particularly inspired way.
He didn't tear off my clothes. But they did come off quick enough, and we spent the next few hours putting our immortal bodies to good use. Very good use.
Now, we were both lying on our sides, naked and talking quietly. The lights were off but I could see every square inch of Kingsley's epic body, which I never really got used to. It was like lying next to a small land mass, a living peninsula. Hard, corrugated, with peaks and valleys and forests and plains. Epic, immovable, sexy as hell.
I knew he could see every curve of mine, too, being a fellow creature of the night. That he could see every curve of mine gave me some degree of anxiety. I might be immortal, but I was insecure as hell about my naked body.
Kingsley, not so much. He liked to be naked. Lucky for him, I liked when he was naked, too. Presently, his shaggy hair hung down to the bed sheet, a bed sheet that was still soaked with our sweat. His relaxed bicep still looked bigger than my waist. His chest hair was thicker than normal thanks to his beastly visitor from the night before.
Yes, the big oaf was shedding all over the place. Additionally, his eyes were glowing more yellow than normal, also a residue of his recent transformation.
"Kingsley," I said.
He was presently running a thick finger over my hip. "Yeah, babe?"
"Are there really...things living inside us?"
His finger stopped on my waist. "That's not exactly bedroom talk, Sam."
"Sorry, but it's been bugging me."
"Since you met your guardian angel?"
I nodded, which looked more like a shake since my head was propped up on my hand. The lights were out in the room, and only the silver glow from the still-mostly full moon bathed our naked bodies. "He kind of freaked me out."
"He was trying to freak you out, Sam. And he's certainly not a guardian angel. Not anymore."