Chapter 10

“Pie?”

Elian blinked. “What?”

“Do you want some pie?” When Elian didn’t respond, he continued, “There’s an old diner close to my house that’s open around the clock. I go there when I can’t sleep.” Which meant most of the time. “I…” He grimaced. “I get these phantom pains.” He motioned at his leg. “Pie is a good distraction.”

“I…” Elian frowned. “I don’t know if I want to be around people, and the dinner is over so you don’t have to—” He waved a hand, and Dimitri took it, palm to palm. He wrapped his other arm around Elian’s waist as if they were going to dance, and stood there, not caring about the people passing them by. Though, Dimitri monitored them to make sure no one looked suspicious.

“What are you doing?” Elian’s whisper made Dimitri smile.

“Holding you.”

A few seconds later, Elian breathed out a shuddering breath and rested his head against Dimitri’s shoulder. He was the perfect height to do so without having to bend his neck.