Page 182 of Shadowman
I’m unable to hide my confusion as Darcey peers at us from inside his bedroom, where Trevel and I had our littleliaisonthe other day. Though I’m not sure why he’s back now…
“Trevel,” Dr. Love grunts at my friend, who’s standing behind Felix Darcey, smirking. “Why are you here? You were supposed to be in my office for a session.”
“My apologies, Doctor,” Trevel says blithely, not soundingsorryin the slightest. “I stopped by to say hello to Felix, and we got to chatting. The time must have slipped away from me.” Mischief shimmers in his purple gaze as it meets mine, and he grins. “Hi, Raph.”
“You told me to meet you…” I mutter reticently. “I didn’t know where you were.”
“I’m sorry, love.” He pouts. It’s entirely patronizing. “I haven’t worried you too badly, have I?”
My gaze narrows at him, and he bites his lip.
What is he up to…?
Seeing him in this room reminds me of what we did in there. I have to force away the memories to keep myself in check.
It also reminds me of how Trevel reacted to me questioning his feelings for Dr. Love. How he said that Dr. Love is like his… Michelangelo.
I still don’t think that’s an accurate comparison.
After all, I don’thateMichelangelo. If anything, I see him as someone who represents both blinding happiness and mortal dread in my life.
Maybe thatishow Trevel feels about Dr. Love…
“Felix, are you alright?” Dr. Love asks Darcey. When my eyes shift, I find him staring at me.
“Hm?” He blinks, peeking at Dr. Love. “Oh, yes. Fine. We were just talking.”
“About what?” I growl.
Trevel licks his lip.
Darcey shifts, awkwardly fidgeting in place. “Um… you.” I don’t think I could glare harder if I tried. The little shit catcheson and clears his throat. “Bothof you, I mean. Everyone really… You guys, Luthor, Ren…” His voice trails.
“Casual conversation.” Trevel smirks.
“Alright, let’s move this along,” Dr. Love grumbles impatiently. “I don’t have all day.”
“So sorry, Lemuel. I remember your policy on no-call-no-shows,” Trevel rasps, pushing past Darcey and Dr. Love, taking me by the arm. “Just put the fee on my tab.”
Dr. Love is simmering, but his attention is stolen effortlessly by his murderous boyfriend. He steps into the room with Darcey, dropping a hand onto his waist, the other cupping his jaw as they share hushed words. Before I can eavesdrop, though, Trevel tugs me away.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper, scowling up at him. “You didn’t tell me you were gonna have me going on some wild goose chase around The East looking for you.”
“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he croons. “But I promise it was worth it for the plan.”
“Whatplan?” I grumble. “And don’t… call me that.” My eyes dart nervously to Darcey and Love. “Not… here.”
Trevel hums and bites his lip. “You’re so bloody delicious, I can’t handle it…”
“Trevel…” I growl, and he feigns seriousness.
“Right. Sorry. The plan involving a certain couple of wankers…” He nods in their direction. “The Carver’s guard around me is way down. Pretty soon, he’ll be inviting me over for tea and biscuits.” He cackles, softly, but still.
“What does that have to do with me?” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“You got to have a nice chat with Lemuel, I’m sure,” he whispers, dark brow cocked. “Was it… enlightening?”
I blink at him, fully flabbergasted.
