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Did that mean the siren was real? If he could have traits that weren’t mentioned in the book he came from?
"What are you thinking?" Knox asked.
"Nothing." Adrian got up from the table. "I’ll get my laptop and write a blog post to announce that we’ll be at the convention tomorrow."
The doorbell rang again.
And again.
Apparently, the reporters were done milking Lyrian’s song and wanted more.
"I’ll turn the bell off," Evelyn said. "This is quite ridiculous. I’m trying to enjoy my coffee. Oh, Adrian," halfway to the door, she stopped and turned to Adrian, "some workers will be over inan hour to put a temporary cover over the hole in your room’s ceiling. It’ll be a while before we can get a new window set in, but you should be able to sleep in your room, at least."
That was a relief to hear. Adrian was about to thank his grandmother when she continued.
"So I thought we could have two people sleeping in your room and two people sharing the couch in the living room tonight."
Adrian wanted to protest. Did they really need to host everyone?
But he couldn’t think of a better alternative. If he sent Lyrian, Zev and Knox out to fend for themselves, they’d either end up causing a car crash or joining a mass orgy somewhere. And Adrian wasn’t sure which scenario made his stomach ache harder.
"We don’t want to burden you," Knox said.
"Nonsense," Evelyn said. "Adrian’s friends are always welcome here."
And with that the topic was closed.
Adrian glanced at Knox. Should he ask for someone else to share his bed with? Like Zev or Lyrian?
No, that would be silly.
Besides, he’d already slept next to Knox once and nothing had happened.
Of course, that had been before their session in the hotel this morning… Would Knox think that all bets were off now? That he could touch Adrian tonight?
Adrian’s blood rushed to his groin in a way that made him want to adjust himself. Shit, he shouldn’t get a visible boner now.
Turning away from the others, he went into his room to get his laptop.
Should he offer to let Knox feed from him again?
He would have to face Caelen tomorrow, after all.
Adrian’s gaze fell onto the Knox-themed body pillow greeting him from his bed, mocking him.
He took it and shoved it under the bed.
Maybe Knox still had enough magic left and wouldn’t need him? Adrian wasn’t sure which scenario he was wishing for. His morning with the incubus had been incredible, and yet…
He still felt like he had failed, in a way, asking Knox to work around his insecurities. Surely the incubus could find a better meal in the crowd at the convention.
Someone who didn’t have so many hang-ups around the very thing Knox thrived on.
Adrian opened his laptop and opened his blog. ‘The Realistic Romantic.’ He should remind himself of his own title. Nothing about what he felt around Knox was realistic. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if Knox himself was really real or the figment of someone else’s imagination that had somehow, impossibly come to life.
It would be best not to get too entangled.
Just as he thought that, though, Knox stepped into his room and Adrian’s heart beat faster. The incubus was finally wearing his original clothes again—Evelyn must have cleaned them upfor him—and the sight of the horned demon in battle gear took Adrian’s breath away—just like it did in every fucking fantasy Adrian had ever had about him.
