Page 61 of Visions of You
If they were going to be a couple, they needed to be able to trust each other.
And Jaron needed to know what fate Keegan was trying so hard to fight. He wasn't going to let the vampire get away with hiding crucial information any longer.
When Keegan reached Altair's office the room was thick with tension. Mordyn was pacing like a caged animal, his usual devil-may-care facade shattered by the gravity of the situation.
Altair stood by his desk, face grim. "We'll bring him back," he promised. "Anything this coven can do to help you, we will do."
Mordyn turned on his heel, fists clenched so tight his knuckles blanched. "I can't let anything happen to him," he said. "I won't."
The weight of Keegan's earlier decision pressed against his chest, suffocating. He had known there was a risk in drawing Jaron away, but he had accepted it.
He would have ensured Jaron's safety at any cost.
That didn't mean he didn't feel bad about the way things had played out. He'd never wanted for Mordyn or his mate to suffer. Being who he was, Keegan had never found it easy to make friends, not even within his coven. Sure, they were friendly to each other and loyal to a fault, but the other vampires respected Keegan as 'part of the coven.' Not because they liked him. Most of them felt at least a little uncomfortable around him.
Mordyn had never given him that vibe. Mordyn didn't give a shit about Keegan's powers. He hung out with Keegan, joked around with him and put him in his place when he needed to be put in his place.
In short, he was a real friend.
Today, Keegan had betrayed that friendship by looking out for himself first.
He'd allowed Mordyn's mate to be kidnapped when he knew exactly how hard that would hit Mordyn.
"We'll find him," he promised Mordyn.
Mordyn turned sharply, eyes boring into Keegan. "Did you see this? Did you see any of this coming?"
Keegan hesitated, words tangled in his throat. The truth felt like barbed wire around his tongue. "I… There was a very small chance."
Mordyn's eyes flashed red. "A very small chance?" He closed the distance between them, hand fisting in the front of Keegan's shirt. "You knew and you didn't warn me?"
Keegan stumbled back, but Mordyn's grip was iron. He could have broken free, but he didn't. He deserved this, even though he knew Mordyn's rage wasn't really for him. He was just the person who was there, who could be blamed.
"I didn't think it would happen," he said. "A hundred other things could have happened."
"Well, you thought wrong." Mordyn shoved Keegan away, sending him stumbling back into the wall. Keegan could have caught himself, but he let himself hit.
The pain was nothing compared to what he was putting his friend through.
"Get out," Mordyn said, turning away. "I can't deal with you right now."
"Mordyn," Altair said, voice quiet but firm. "That's enough."
Mordyn rounded on him. "Enough? Apollo is gone. Taken by some lunatic because he," he jabbed a finger at Keegan, "didn't think it was important enough to mention."
"I know you're upset," Altair said, holding up a placating hand. "And we will find him. But this? Tearing into each other? That's not how we do things."
"I don't care how we do things. I care that my mate is in danger."
"Keegan is not the one who took Apollo," Altair reminded him. "He's not responsible for every little thing that happens in the universe just because he has the power to observe it happening."
Mordyn blew out a breath. His fists were still clenched, but Keegan didn't get the feeling his friend was going to swing them at him anymore.
He fixed Keegan in his stare again. "If Apollo gets hurt, I will never forgive you."
"I understand."
"Do you?" Mordyn studied him for a long moment. "That dragon, is he your mate?"
