Chapter 87

“Yeah. Be careful how you move, though. You’ll knock everything off the dresser.”

With a laugh, Damien dispensed with them. “Do not ask where they go. I haven’t a clue. They just do.”

“Your own kind of magic.”

Lyle patted the bed and Damien sat, chuckling when Lyle ran his hands over his back. “Closest thing to wings you’re going to find are my shoulder blades.”

“They’re pretty wing like.” Lyle ducked when Damien feinted a punch at him.

Damien lay back, staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then at Lyle. “So, now what?”

“We go on as before, being together after dark, I suppose. Then you go back to my father’s place in time to pose on the tower with your friends.”

“Uh-huh.” Damien snorted. “They’re very limited in their conversational skills, which is boring.”

Lyle had a question, the first of many in the days to come, he was sure. “You don’t sleep when you’re up there, do you?”