“I thought I was the only one who could steal it?” Calvin asked. “Or is that a lie?”
“Not necessarily a lie… I just withheld some information,” Milo said.
“Who is the other person? What’s the deal with him?” Calvin asked. His mood was starting to improve. At least the information he was given was proving to be useful. How useful was left to be seen.
“Let me worry about that,” Milo said.
“That isn’t going to fly with me,” Calvin warned. “Spill.”
Milo rolled his eyes. “So temperamental… fine. His name is Aidan. He’s a bit of a… wildcard, and it has taken quite the process to get him on board.”
Calvin shook his head. “There is more behind this.”
“Yes, but that’s on a need to know, and you don’t need to know. Not right now, at least,” Milo said.
“Fine.” Calvin returned to the edge of the bed and took a seat. He knew Milo well enough to know when no amount of threatening or beating was going to make him open up more. He gave all he was going to give for the time being, and that was good enough for him. At least, for now.
Calvin’s eyes grew heavy, and he desperately wanted some shut-eye. Milo occupied himself with musings to himself and allowed Calvin to drift off to a restless sleep until King entered the room with food and drink.
“I hope you slept well,” King said as he carried a tray balanced on his only remaining arm.
“As well as it is going to get,” Calvin muttered.
“I am having a hard time locating everyone from our unit. However, I will be there when you need me. Jasper as well.”
Calvin’s interest piqued at the name he hadn’t heard for years. “You found him?”
King shrugged. “Something like that.”
“No word on anyone else huh?” Calvin asked.
“Not yet, unfortunately,” King said.
Calvin sighed. “I appreciate everything you have been able to do. Two is better than one, and most certainly better than none.”
King nodded. “Agreed. You are welcomed to stay as long as you would like. I’m afraid I am up to my elbows in repairs and other necessities. You’ll forgive me if I can’t entertain you more than I have.”
“Of course,” Calvin said. “You’re a busy man. Go take care of what you need.”
“Send me word when you are ready for me. I’ve arranged things so I can leave at a moment’s notice.”
“Thank you again,” Calvin said.
King nodded once and left him in the room once more. Milo reappeared, bleeding into his physical form.
“It’s time,” Milo said. “But a word of caution.”
Calvin raised an eyebrow.
“You cannot, under any circumstance, fall in love,” he finished.
Calvin snorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We have our third. Time is running short,” Milo said. “Remember what I said.”
Calvin stared at the man that was quickly becoming the bane of his existence. But with little else to go off of, he stood from the bed and said, “Sure. Whatever you say.”
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