“And don’t forget about Leam chasing Chris. Why has he targeted him and not us?” Kane added.
Hondo shook his head. “I’m not sure, maybe because Chris would be easier to take his vengeance out on than us.”
“But that doesn’t explain what he’s doing with Falcon.” Kane slid to the floor and pulled his legs up, both demons lost in thought.
“Whatever is going on, I have a feeling we’ve only uncovered the surface. My gut is telling me it goes a lot deeper than any one of us realizes.” Hondo pointed to Snooke. “And I think he is the key to it all.”
Kane looked over his shoulder at Snooke. “But he’s not talking.” Kane could hear the tenderness in his own voice. Snooke had gotten under his skin in such a short period of time. No matter what was going on, Kane was going to protect the slight demon with his life.
“We need answers.” Hondo stated the obvious. “I need you to get them from him.”
Kane looked from Snooke to Hondo, his brows pulled together as his head tilted to the side. “You want me to fuck him to get him to talk?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Find another way. I’ll not use him like that. Can’t you see he’s been through enough?” Kane knew Hondo was speaking from a tactical point of view. Kane was listening from a caring friend’s point of view. He couldn’t and wouldn’t use Snooke that way.
Kane brushed a strand of white hair from Snooke’s forehead. Even with the bruises, Snooke was handsome as hell.
“I’m going to go back to Chris. Let me know if you need anything.” Hondo rose from the chair and patted Kane on his shoulder before heading out.
“What aren’t you telling me, shorty?” Kane whispered as he tucked the blanket around Snooke’s shoulders and then stood, walking over to the chair Hondo just vacated.
Kane wasn’t sure what he was feeling inside. It wasn’t as if he really knew Snooke. They’d barely had a few words together. But when Snooke smiled, Kane’s whole world lit up.
“What the hell? Since when does my whole world light up?” Kane asked out loud as his head fell back on his shoulders. This shit was getting complicated. He lifted his head to look over at the slight demon.
Snooke moaned and turned over, his fingers instinctively going to his face. Kane pushed from the chair and knelt in front of Snooke. “Don’t touch it, shorty.” He moved Snooke’s fingers away from the bruises.
Snooke’s eyes fluttered open, and Kane held his breath as the most gorgeous indigo-blue eyes stared up at him. “Where am I?”
“In my apartment. You were attacked. Don’t you remember?” Kane asked gently. Snooke looked at him, confused. He tried once again to reach for his face, but Kane snagged his hands. “You have bruises on your face. I think they would really hurt if you touched them right now.”
“How did I get bruises?” Snooke tried to sit up, but Kane placed his hands on Snooke’s chest, gently pushing him back down.
“I was hoping you could tell me that.” Kane picked up the wet washcloth and wiped at the dried blood on the side of Snooke’s mouth that he’d missed.
“I don’t remember. I remember being at the barbeque, walking into the house, and then…I woke up here.” Snooke pushed the blanket from his chest and once again tried to sit up.
Kane once again pushed him back down. “I found you behind the Pancake House unconscious and beaten to hell.” Kane set the cloth down.
Snooke pushed up onto his elbows, knocking Kane’s hands aside when he tried for a third time to make Snooke lay down. “How the hell did I end up back there?” Snooke sounded accusing, as if Kane himself had knocked him out and placed him there.
“You tell me.” Kane stood and walked around the coffee table. “You did one of your disappearing acts and that’s where we found you.” He didn’t appreciate Snooke’s tone of voice. The only thing Kane had done was to try and take care of the demon.
“We? I thought you said you found me? Which is it?”
Why was the small demon on the defensive? Up until now, Snooke had blushed and ogled Kane every time they were near one another. This didn’t make sense. “Yes, I had Hondo and Takeo with me.” If Snooke honestly didn’t remember, Kane wasn’t sure if he should tell the demon that he had lay mere inches from a dead shifter.
“I don’t know what’s going on or why I was back there, but I need to go.” Snooke threw his legs over the side of the couch, tossed the blanket aside, and stood. His hand automatically went to his head as he weaved a little.