Page 115 of Shadowman
“Too bad,” I hum. “I kind of liked it.”
He scoffs, though the grin is a little bigger this time. “Weirdo.”
“Oh, Raph, you have no idea…” I sigh, and he frowns.
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Uh, I would. That’s why I asked.” He gives me a pointed look.
Excitement fizzles inside me at this playful banter.God, I love it. I don’t want it to end…
Unfortunately, it does when we reach the doorway that splits us.
“See you around,Raph,” I hum teasingly, winking at him.
He simply shakes his head like I’m tapped as I turn away, following the other guard who’s bringing me to my cell. As hard as it is, I force myself not to look back. Keeping him on his toes by playing the mysterious stranger.
Hey, I have to at leasttry, right?
I’ve yet to figure out Byron’s situation. I was sensing something between him and Joy… But then he could be bisexual, or bi-curious, although he does behave rather straight, tension and sexy fist fights aside. It’s hard to tell whether he’s even interested in my throwing myself at him.
Still, it’s not just about how bloodyfinehe is, or how he looks at you like he could tear you apart with his teeth and you’d thank him for it. There’s something buried deeper than the muscle and ink and smoldering looks.
Whatever it is, I want at it.Desperately.
So I’ll keep digging. Keep scampering after him like the lost puppy I so clearly am, in hopes he might one day toss me a bone.Literally.
A big one, too, based on how it felt jamming into me. And looked, tenting his pants. I’m guessing at least twenty-four centimeters. Fingers crossed.
Back in my cell, I tidy up, then pace for a while, waiting for Kent. Typically, he comes to check on me after each meal to see if I need anything…Within reason.Superficial requests only.
But tonight, I’m not taking no for an answer. He’s going to give me what I want. And what Iwantis Byron Kang.
Manuel Blanco’s errand boy arrives right on schedule.
“All good, Mr. Fenwick?” Kent asks, peering through the bars.
I love how he calls me that…As if I’m a guest of his boss, not an animal in a cage with no bloody choice.
“I have a favor to ask of you, my dear friend.” I lay on the charm thick, though it comes out slightly sarcastic.Must be the accent.
“For the last time, I’m not bringing you Peppermint Schnapps.” He rolls his eyes.
“But it’s basically mouthwash!” I whine. His impatient glower tells me to stop fucking around, which I do. “Will you please bring Byron Kang to my cell?”
Kent’s expression shifts, his brows jumping in surprise. “Byron… Kang.”
I nod enthusiastically. “I would like him to come for a visit. No supervision.”
He blinks as if he’s unsure whether this request classifies aswithin reason.“For how long?”
“However long is allowed.” I shrug.
The suspense is killing me while he mulls this over. “I’m not really supposed to move inmates…”
“You move me… With your rendition of ‘The Wind Beneath My Wings.’” I’m chewing on my lip to keep from cackling at my own stupid joke, even more so because of how disgruntled he looks. “Sorry.Please?It’s rather important…”
