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Knights
of Fey: Remain
Sneak Preview (coming Spring 2013)
The complex was dark by the time
they pulled into the parking lot. After what had been a simultaneously exciting
and nerve-wracking day, the sight of home made Jace smile. “This is it,” he
remarked casually, taking his usual parking space to the right. “I’ve been here
about two years. It’s a nice place. Quiet, usually.”
Morgan smiled in appreciation,
and nodded. As soon as the engine stopped, he unbuckled and got out, seeming to
relish the pavement beneath his feet. He took in the sights, and nodded. “I
know this place. The rise in the hill,” he gestured to the back of the complex,
which rose slightly higher than the rest. “It looked… different, when I was
here last.”
Jace took it in stride, starting
off towards his home. “They’ve done a lot of work the last few years, but these
building have been here since the sixties…”
Morgan did not comment, but
matched his footsteps, keeping stride with him easily. A comfortable silence
settled between them; they reached the door, and Jace turned the key in the
lock. The door opened, and a quiet, dark apartment met them.
“Sorry for the mess,” Jace
managed as they stepped through the threshold. He clicked on the entryway lamp,
casting a warm gold glow through the room. Their feet tread the carpet gently,
and Morgan stepped forward, appraising his new surroundings. Jace smiled
slightly as he shut the door and locked it behind them—his companion’s
expression was that of a cat, taking in every nook and cranny. Morgan
immediately made himself at home, exploring the kitchen, living room, back
hallway and into the bedrooms. It struck Jace as incredibly bold, and what a
more private person might even consider rude. But Morgan did it all with a
playful sort of air, as if enjoying the chance to explore new terrain. Jace
followed him back to the furthest room, turning on more lights as he went. When
he rounded the corner to the doorway, he found Morgan in the room the served as
his studio.
It was a small room, meant to be
a child’s bedroom or office space. But he’d converted into a makeshift art
room, with extra canvases stacked along the outer wall, an easel set up off to
the left, and several pieces in various forms of completion resting on a table
nested in the closet. It was these that had caught Morgan’s attention. He stood
over them silently, taking in the details of each one. Jace stood back, giving
him room to process. He understood the feeling, on seeing a new piece of art.
That was one of the things he loved about the gallery—on weekdays, when it was
relatively quiet, he could just walk the floor from one piece to the next,
enjoying each quiet moment of acquaintance with the new pieces. It felt good,
like he changed ever so slightly with each one, even if it was just in knowing
it existed. He did not begrudge Morgan the time with his own pieces now. They
definitely weren’t Da Vinci, but it pleased him that Morgan seemed to
appreciate them. When his eyes came to rest on the final piece, the one Jace
had just finished earlier that week, his brows furrowed.
“This…” Morgan began, “…What is
this?”
Jace took his place at Morgan’s
side easily, casting his gaze down to the canvas he knew so well. “It’s a
lioness… I wanted to catch the strength in her—they’re such beautiful animals.
Did you know the females are the hunters in a pride?”
Morgan nodded gently—he knew.
“They are beautiful creatures. I envy them, at times.”
The comment was strange; Jace
looked back to Morgan’s visage, searching for an answer. An indescribable
longing was there, and a sadness. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. “You
remind me a little of her… Handsome and strong. And I think you have secrets
like them, too.”
He arched a brow, looking to Jace
with amusement. “Oh?”
“It’s in your eye,” Jace laughed.
“Like you know something I don’t, but should.”
They were standing close, so close
Jace could feel the heat of their skin mingling in the air. In one graceful
movement Morgan turned and scooped his arm around his waist, pulling him firmly
against his body, solidly— “Maybe it is because I intend to bed you, and you do
not know it yet.”
Jace’s heart leapt in the heady
of rush of exhilaration. Morgan was grinning. “No,” Jace smiled playfully.
“That, I did know.”
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