Page 28 of Visions of You
Not for the first time, he wondered what it must be like to be a seer, to be constantly bombarded with glimpses of the future, some of which were undoubtedly unpleasant or even horrifying. Did Keegan ever wish he could unsee the things he'd witnessed?
The urge to go to Keegan, to wrap an arm around his shoulders and offer some form of comfort, was almost overwhelming. But Jaron held himself back, remembering the others' words. This wasn't the time to push the vampire, no matter what the dragon inside of him said about this being his right.
As Keegan approached the group by the couch, Jaron quickly stood up, offering his seat. "Here, sit down," he said softly.
Keegan gave him a tired smile of thanks and sank into the cushions. Apollo leaned forward, his expression serious. "Did you see anything that could help us?" he asked.
Keegan nodded slowly. "I know who might be targeted next," he said. "And I also know what the targets have in common."
Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath, waiting for Keegan to continue. A sense of dread settled in Jaron's stomach, and it only intensified with Keegan's next words.
"The kidnappers are going after fated couples."
A chill ran down Jaron's spine.
He glanced at Apollo and Iskander, both of whom had found their fated mates. Were they in danger?
And what about himself and Keegan? If they were truly meant to be together, did that put them at risk as well?
If so, he had to keep an extra close eye on the vampire to make sure he wasn't going to be kidnapped. He also had tomake Keegan acknowledge the connection between them so that Keegan would know to be careful.
"I've got to talk to you," he said, cutting through a conversation Keegan was having with Apollo about the next possible victims he'd seen.
Apollo shot Jaron a reproachful look, but Jaron ignored his boss, all of his attention centered on Keegan.
"We're talking right now, aren't we?" Keegan asked him.
"I need to talk to you in private," Jaron specified. "Now."
"Jaron," Apollo started, probably to remind him again that they were at work, but Jaron didn't care. He held up a hand in his boss's direction. He'd apologize for his insolence later.
Keegan looked between him and Apollo. Finally, he nodded. "Excuse us for a moment," he said to Apollo before rising.
He walked into the bedroom.
Jaron followed and closed the bedroom door behind them with a soft click. He turned to face Keegan, his heart beating rapidly. There was something about the vampire's presence that just did that to him. Even more so now that they were practically alone together—in a bedroom.
Jaron's gaze flicked to the bed.
Oh, how he wished he could throw the vampire in it and climb on top of him, claim him the way a dragon should.
He took a deep breath.
He didn't normally bow to his draconic instincts, and he wasn't going to do so now either.
"What's the matter?" Keegan asked, as if he had no idea whatsoever why Jaron had wanted to talk to him alone.
Jaron took a step forward, his hands clenched at his sides. "Stop pretending like you don't know."
The seer's expression remained frustratingly unreadable. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."
Oh for crying out loud. Jaron crossed the room in two strides, stopping just inches from Keegan. "Are vampire senses really that dull?"
To his credit, Keegan didn't back away when Jaron leaned in close. There was interest in his eyes. He didn't hide it quickly enough for Jaron to miss it.
"My senses are not dull at all, though I can't say how they compare to a dragon's."
"Have you seen our future?"
