Page 8 of Visions of You

"Would you make the same choice again?"

The question was perceptive enough to surprise Keegan, but he wasn't about to bare his soul to the dragon. He wouldn't tell Jaron that he'd often wondered if he'd make the same choice again. The past couldn't be changed, anyway.

The future could.

"I don't waste my time worrying about decisions I've already made."

Jaron hummed thoughtfully. "I guess that's a superpower all by itself. I think about all the ways I've fucked up all the time." He smiled again, and his easy honesty only added to his attractiveness.

Unbidden, Keegan's gaze strayed to Jaron's torso, wondering what he was hiding beneath the layers of clothes.

Jaron caught him wondering. "Like what you see?"

"Nothing to see," Keegan said as flatly as he could.

"What a sad state of affairs for a seer." Jaron leaned a little closer. "You don't see me naked in your future?"

Keegan stared at Jaron.

I see you killing me in my future.The words sat on the tip of his tongue.

It was their turn in the queue before he could voice them.

Jaron knew he was being too much, so he decided to cut the vampire a tiny little break after they returned to the group.

Sitting down next to Ceska, he offered his friend a veggie hot dog.

She took it, but it didn't shut her up.

"I didn't know you had a thing for vampires," she said with open curiosity.

"I didn't know either," Jaron admitted, wondering himself.

Did he suddenly want to get bitten, like Keegan had suggested?

The idea didn't seem unappealing, but that wasn't it.

He would have wanted Keegan even if the man wasn't a vampire.

Ceska studied Jaron's target from a distance. "You really want to get with a seer?"

"Do you find his powers offputting?"

"I don't know." Ceska made a face. "I also don't like the pale skin. Or the fangs."

"Yeah, but your taste can't be trusted," Jaron reminded his friend. "You like Ianair."

"Ianair's hot," she insisted.

"Case in point. Terrible judgment."

She punched his arm. "Says the vampire lover."

"Our boss is fucking a vampire," Jaron said. "Can't be such a bad thing. Recently he looks quite satisfied when he rolls into the office in the mornings."

Ceska made a face again, which made Jaron laugh. "You're awful," she said. "I don't want to think about Apollo's love life."

"Just saying," Jaron pointed out. "He used to hate vampires and he's not complaining about his lot so his lover's got to have some mad skills."