Chapter 40

His hands were sticky and too warm in the cold night air by the time he was done. He wiped them off on the rags that remained, but the chill that was left behind was as bad as the nerves twisting his insides. Aden wasn’t making a noise. Not a whimper. Not a growl. The fight seemed to have completely gone out of him, though Darren had no idea if that was because he was conserving his energy against his injuries or something more dire.

When he turned to dig through Aden’s jeans for his keys, something nudged the back of his elbow. Darren sat back and met Aden’s silver eyes, only for a moment before Aden lowered his head and licked the back of Darren’s hand.