Page 14 of Visions of You

And there was still a non-zero chance that if Keegan went back to Rubyville now, he might encounter Jaron there. And if he did… there was a high chance that he might do something he would regret.

He'd seen visions of himself kissing Jaron.

Visions of the two of them naked, bodies pressed together on Keegan's bed, Jaron's hands running through Keegan's hair, Keegan sinking his fangs into Jaron's neck…

He shuddered, pushing the images out of his mind and reminding himself once again that the cheeky shifter was his killer.

He might besomething elsetoo, but Keegan wasn't ready for that particular truth.

How fucked would he be if Jaron washis fatein more ways than one?

Too fucked for words.

Halfway home, he stopped and pulled out his phone to dial Mordyn's number. "Has he left yet?" he asked when the other vampire picked up.

"You mean your dragon?"

"You know what I mean." Keegan rubbed his face, tired.

"Couldn't you peek into the future and find out?"

"I'm exhausted. Just tell me. I already know you and Jaron plotted something behind my back, so you owe me a simple answer." This accusation was a gamble. Keegan wasn't a hundred percent sure that Jaron and Mordyn had talkedtonight, but it was very likely that they had, and that Mordyn had delighted in it.

"He's left," Mordyn said. "You can come home."

"Thanks," Keegan said, hanging up without another word.

Home sounded really good.

When Keegan arrived back at the coven's base, he was glad to find that Mordyn had not lied to him.

Something was up, though, because Mordyn was smiling in that way that meant he was too pleased with himself for Keegan to relax.

"Where have you been?" Mordyn asked, following Keegan down the stairs to the vampires' living quarters. "Hiding?"

Keegan shrugged. "I checked out some other clubs to see what the competition is doing."

"Anything we need to worry about?"

"Nah." Keegan turned to look at his friend. "How long was Jaron here?"

"Maybe an hour."

"You talked for an hour?"

Mordyn quirked a brow. "Is that an issue?"

"No issue." Keegan licked his lips, not wanting to reveal too much. "A little curious, though. I didn't think the two of you would have too much to talk about."

"I'm sure he would have preferred to talk to you if you hadn't fled the nest like a scared chicken."

Keegan shook his head, ignoring the jab. "I made the best choice I could make given the circumstances." He didn't expect Mordyn to understand, not truly. Mordyn was one of his closest friends and Mordyn loved him like family, but there was noway Mordyn could understand what it was like to be a seer. His friends thought that it was all about meddling in people's affairs and manipulating timelines for fun—and sometimes it was that.

Most of the time, though, he simply tried to mitigate risks for all of them. Often, that involved not telling anyone what he knew because that knowledge would influence their actions in ways that made the future less predictable, and thus, less safe.

His friends joked that he liked to be mysterious, that he didn'twantpeople to understand him or how his powers worked, but that wasn't really it.

More than once, he'd wished he could confide in his friends, but it was never worth the risk. They'd never be able to see the world the way he did.