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Honestly, Jaron wasn't good at this kind of thing, playing cat and mouse. When he liked someone, he was honest about it, and if he got shot down, he could live with that.
Keegan hadn't shot him down yet, but he also wasn't giving Jaron a chance to approach him.
If Keegan was anyone else, Jaron would take the hint and leave him be, but…
The dragon in him did not like that thought at all.
But he had an idea for something he could do to stay true to himself and still get a rise out of Keegan whether he saw Jaron's actions coming or not.
He looked at Mordyn.
"Could you help me leave a gift for him in his room?"
CHAPTER 5
Keegan leaned against the bar of a different night-club in a different part of the city, sipping his glass of O-negative fae blood as the pulsing beat of the club's music vibrated through his body.
He had no great interest in partying, but he knew Jaron would not show up here, and that was all that mattered for now.
He'd spent countless hours unable to sleep during the day, trying to look into Jaron's future.
He didn't glimpse as much as he would have liked before he exhausted himself, but the paths of Jaron's future he did manage to follow taught him a few things about the shifter.
For one, Jaron seemed to fight with his parents often. He'd likely joined the Mortal Rights Task Force because they gave him a sense of community he didn't find at home. He'd even moved in with an elderly witch who seemed to take care of him not unlike a mother.
In return, Jaron helped her take care of her herb garden, cooked her meals sometimes and knitted her warm clothes from yarn that wasn't part of his hoard.
That was another thing that had become clear to Keegan; Jaronhoardedyarn, and the little strip he'd given Keegan had been part of that hoard once.
Idly, Keegan put his hand in his pocket where he kept the piece of string, feeling for it with his fingers.
It was extremely unusual for a dragon shifter to part ways with their treasure, even if just for a moment. To give it away entirely…
Keegan took another sip of his blood, puzzling things over in his head once more while his eyes scanned the crowd around him. There were a number of beautiful people on the dancefloor. One or two of them had even tried flirting with him, but Keegan wasn't interested.
The only man Keegan was interested in was the one who would eventually end Keegan's life.
How fucked up was that?
Keegan knew with certainty that Jaron would kill him, and yet, Keegan was obsessed with his warm brown eyes and his bright smile.
Keegan knew they were the same person, but real-life Jaron looked nothing like the crying man in his vision.
It didn't make sense.
Keegan's jaw worked as frustration built inside him.
"You look lonely." A woman with fox ears sidled up to him. "Would you like to share a drink with me?"
Keegan shook his head and left his empty glass with the bartender, walking outside to get some fresh air.
It was a warm night. A short one too. He'd have to go home or find other shelter for the day soon.
According to his earlier deep-dive into the future, it was roughly 75% safe for him to go home. In most of the possible futures he'd seen, Jaron didn't stick around after visiting theclub and not finding Keegan there. The majority of the time, he talked to Mordyn and left.
Keegan couldn't determine the exact contents of the conversation—his visions were rarely that clear—but he got the feeling that Mordyn was a little too enthusiastic about Keegan gaining a fan.
There was something to be wary of there.
