Chapter 41

He drove the Viper right up to the front door. The house was dark, and even a little foreboding, but Darren felt nothing but relief. They were home. That was all he cared about. And if he couldn’t help Aden by himself, he would call Domingo or, God forbid, Gail, and they would know how to deal with his injuries.

Aden’s head hung low as he made his way up the walk to the front door, and Darren’s heart twisted. He had never seen his lover like this, and he hoped to never see Aden beaten, bleeding, exhausted again. He unlocked the door, holding it open for Aden, and then went ahead of him to the bathroom. He spread a towel on the floor, and began searching through the cabinets, finding anything that would help him clean and close the wounds.