“This is getting boring,” he complained.“No one’s talking to me.I’m fine spending time on my own, but not usually for this long.I’m bored, Graham.”
He noticed Graham jerk at the sound of his name, but the man still didn’t say anything.He finished picking up the stuff Carlyle had messed up, then scurried toward the stairs.He’d be back for the tray, but Sol didn’t think he’d get any more answers than he had just now.
He was fucked, wasn’t he?
Chapter Two
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SOME DAYS, DALLIN FELTlike a ghost.He drifted through the castle, avoiding everyone while unable not to listen to their conversations.He wasn’t spying on anyone, and he didn’t think any of his brothers would mind if he decided to join them, but he couldn’t.
He’d been in the library when Jarvis and Marlow had decided to choose that room to make out in privacy.Dallin was happy for them, but he didn’t want to listen to the person he considered an older brother making out with his partner.It also hurt to think that once, he and Sol had that, too.Well, Sol hadn’t been Sol back then, and Dallin didn’t know if they would ever share that kind of relationship again, but back then, Dallin had been happy.
Dallin didn’t begrudge Jarvis his happiness.Hell, hewantedhim and everyone else to be happy, and it seemed that they were.It would be better if Carlyle weren’t looming over all of them, but knowing that he was back and would likely attack them didn’t mean that their lives had stopped.They still spent most of their days working and their evenings together, eating dinner, watching movies, and being a family.
And once the movie was over, they all went to bed with their dragons, and Dallin stayed alone.
Well, he wasn’t the only one who went to bed on his own.He doubted that Tyne had allowed Meyer anywhere near his bedroom, let alone his bed.
Dallin walked down the hallway and wondered if he should just go back to his bedroom.He couldn’t hide in thelibrary like he often did, and he wasn’t in the mood to spend time with his brothers, so what did that leave him?He could go outside in one of the courtyards, but someone was bound to notice him.The living room was usually occupied, so that was out, too, as was the kitchen because it was Jillian’s domain.
There were plenty of rooms for Dallin to choose, thankfully, so he allowed himself to drift around the upper floors of the castle.He’d thought he’d find peace here.
He should have known better.
A door slammed, making him jump.He reacted on instinct, hiding behind the corner, his heart racing as he pressed his back against the wall.They weren’t under attack—the alarms would be blaring if that was the case—but someone was fighting, and Dallin wanted nothing to do with that.
“You need to leave me alone,” Tyne snapped.
Dallin didn’t have to look to know who Tyne was talking to.He’d have known it was Meyer even if he hadn’t recognized the man’s voice.
“Not until you tell me what I did to you,” Meyer said.
“It’s none of your business.”
“How is it not?It’s clear that I did something to you in the past, and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is.”
“You can’t fix it because there’s nothing to fix.”
Dallin frowned.He hadn’t known Tyne that well before they’d agreed to fight Carlyle together, but even then, he’d been able to see there was something between him and Meyer.Things had been tense and unlike they should be between a mage and his shield, but Dallin hadn’t dared ask what was happening back then.He had since, several times, but Tyne always pushed him away, like he pushed away everyone else.
Including his shield.
“You’re so fucking infuriating,” Meyer snapped.“How can you say there’s nothing to fix when it’s obvious there is?How can I be a good shield to you when I don’t know what’s going on and when it’s clear you don’t trust me?”
“I’m never going to trust you, so stop trying to convince me to.Leave me alone.”
Dallin squeaked when Tyne suddenly turned the corner.Tyne froze and stared at Dallin, and Dallin could only stare back.For a moment, both of them were silent.Dallin could hear Meyer walk away, thankfully in the other direction.He’d rather not have to deal with both these infuriating men.
“Dallin,” Tyne drawled.“Were you spying on me?”
“I was walking down the hallway.I didn’t mean to spy on you, but I felt it would be more awkward to walk in on whatever you and Meyer had going on.”
Tyne’s expression shuttered.“We had nothing going on.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a lie.”
“Mind your own business, okay?What happened between us has nothing to do with you.”
