Snooke(Demon Warriors 2)(31)

“It’s all in the jeans.” Dillon grabbed his crotch and laughed.

“I guess I’ll never know then.”

Dillon stood in the middle of the kitchen and pouted. “Spoilsport.”

“I thought you liked Rainerio anyway,” Snooke said as he put the last of the boxes in the cupboard and then climbed down the step stool. He folded it up and stored it away as he looked around and declared the groceries put away.

“I’m going to go finish unpacking. Try not to bug Kane too much.”

“I promise I will.” Dillon smiled as Snooke shook his head and left the kitchen. No matter how much his mate complained about the annoying human, he knew Dillon was growing on Kane. The man had a way of doing that.

Snooke stepped into the bedroom and stared at the empty bed. Well, wasn’t that sweet of Kane.

Snooke strolled back down the hallway, humming as he entered the living room. Dillon was slouched over the couch with the remote in his hand while Kane sat in the chair having a staring contest with the dog.

Snooke thought it was the funniest sight ever. And if he wasn’t mistaken, the dog was winning.

He crawled onto the chair and began to kiss Kane all over his neck. “Thank you.”

Kane moaned and tilted his head to the side. “You’re welcome.” He grabbed Snooke’s pale mounds as he pulled at Snooke’s ass, separating his ass cheeks under his slacks. “For what?”

Snooke smiled as he kissed his way back up, laying a hundred little kisses on Kane’s face. “For putting my things away.”

Kane spread his legs apart, allowing Snooke to straddle him. “As much as I’m enjoying your way of thanks, I didn’t do it.”

Snooke froze. His head jerked around to his friend lying on the couch, flipping through the channels and looking as bored as ever. “Did you put my things away, Dillon?”

Dillon rolled over and looked at Snooke. “Do I look like I would do something like that?”

Snooke felt a cold chill run down his spine. He turned back to Kane. His mate’s face was pulled back in rage. So Kane was thinking the same thing.

“Someone’s been in our home.”





Chapter Eight




Kane pulled Snooke from his lap and ran down the hallway. There was no way anyone could get into their building. There was a door leading to the outside, but that was it. It was an exit.

The spells and wards placed on the building stopped anyone from gaining entrance. The only way in was through the shadows. You could think of this building when using the Black River, but the portal will always place the person right back at the river bank. It was set up like that.

What the hell was going on around here lately? There were some very strange occurrences taking place. There was a reporter they couldn’t find, but kept printing his stories, stories that no one should have known about. Then there was the man imitating one of the warriors. And then the conversations with people who didn’t even remember talking to him.

Kane searched the bedroom but came up empty. There was nothing left behind by whoever had been here. Thank goodness Leam seemed to have disappeared. He really thought Hondo was going to track the demon down and kill him for messing with Chris. Kane had no clue why he just thought of that. Random thoughts kept swirling in his head as he thought of his mate being in danger.

Kane spun around and headed back down the hallway, searching the bathroom, the guest room, the kitchen, his workout room, and even the kitchen. The only other people in the apartment were Snooke and Dillon.

“Anything?” Snooke asked nervously. His mate was sitting in the chair, his knees pulled to his chest as he stared at the large glass window. Kane marched over there and looked down onto the street. The streetlights lit up the streets well enough to make most shadows dim. There wasn’t enough of a shadow on the streets to hide in. His eyes scanned King Kennedy Avenue. No one was across the street at the basketball court that he could see.

Fox Horn Village, a cul-de-sac, was catty-corner to the apartment building, but he couldn’t see anyone lurking around. Then there was Jake’s Java next to the warriors’ building. No one was hanging outside of the coffee shop.

It frustrated Kane that someone had been inside his home. The home he thought of as his sanctuary.

“Kane.” Snooke appeared beside him.

“Yeah, shorty.” Kane pulled Snooke by his side. His mate may have started out with not-so-honest intentions, but he knew in his heart that Snooke wasn’t going to betray him.

“My stuff that was yet to be put away…it’s missing.” Snooke slid his arms around Kane’s waist. “They didn’t put my stuff away. They took it.”