Here Kitty, Kitty - 52. Chapter 20.3

Tristan cocked his head to one side and stared at Carl. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions. Maybe he should have listened before he spoke. But, really? A vampire elder and a second level mage? What were the fates thinking? What did he know about leading a clan?

Carl seemed to be a patient male. He just stood there waiting for Tristan to process what he’d said and to make a decision.

“I think we need to sit and talk properly. I will warn you now I have reservations about how this mating would work and I would want to sort through all potential problems before I think about any talk of claiming.”

Carl dipped his chin. “I agree. If the last few minutes are anything to go by I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Tristan barked out a laugh. That was the understatement of a lifetime. He held out his hand. “How about we agree to see where things go?”

Carl grinned and Tristan didn’t like the look in his eye. He let out a very manly squeak when he was pulled into a hug.

“How about dinner after sunset tonight?” Tristan shivered when Carl’s whisper tickled the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Before Tristan could answer frantic knocking on the door broke into their moment.

“We’re under attack. Flash bombs and other explosives are in use. All vampires are to stay in their rooms with doors locked for security.” The voice repeated the warning and then moved away from the door. Presumably to repeat the warning on the next rooms.

“I gotta go,” Tristan said pushing away from Carl. Carl growled and pulled him back in, holding him tighter.

Tristan huffed. “I’m guessing you want to protect me? Well, you can’t. Flash bombs are enhanced by magic to give of sunlight. And explosives run the risk of fire or exposing you to the outside by blowing out walls. Either way, you are sitting this one out. I, on the other hand, am a mage and am needed to fight. You have to let me go. I will come straight back here as soon as it’s safe. I promise.”

Carl mumbled something against the skin of Tristan’s neck and Tristan shuddered when he felt a fang nick his skin. “I can’t let anything happen to you. I’ve just found you. You don’t know how long I have lived alone.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m better at offensive spells than most other level two mages, so it’s the enemy that should be worried. I may have even invented a few they haven’t even heard of yet. Even if this bitch uses her stolen powers to see what is going o happen, she can’t defend against magic that no one but me knows how to throw around.”

Carl hissed and after pressing a kiss to Tristan's lips he pushed Tristan towards the door.

“Come back to me or come sunset I will hunt your ass down.”

Tristan blew him a kiss and slipped out the door.

And straight into chaos.