Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: _ See Some Blood

Fergus

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The boy’s face was pale as he contemplated taking Fergus’s hands. Fergus wished he could teat through his face and show him that he wasn’t the type that people could keep hanging.

After a long moment, the boy finally took Fergus’s hand. A predatory smile stretched across Fergus’s face. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You’re making the right choice, little one."

He could practically taste the boy’s fear on his tongue. But it wasn’t the same fear he’d sensed earlier. This fear wasn’t directed at him, but rather at the unknown fate awaiting the boy’s brother. He could feel the boy’s fear of losing his brother and that fear...

... that fear, Fergus reveled in.

They walked out of the building and onto the desolate streets. The wolves were cowards; Fergus thought. Just one attack and they were all already cowering in the four walls of their houses.

Bitches.

And that was why they— the vampires would win.

As they walked, Fergus kept up a steady stream of conversation with the boy. He wanted to plant as much fright and fear in him as he could. All of that would only make the boy taste better.

"You know," he said, his voice low, "it’s funny how quickly things can change. One minute you’re safe and sound with your brother, the next..." He trailed off, letting the insinuation of his words settle on the boy.

The boy shivered, understanding better than Fergus had thought. His eyes darted nervously around the deserted streets. "W— where exactly is my brother? Is his condition fatal?"

Fergus chuckled. It was a dry, and humorless sound. "Oh, your brother? He’s resting comfortably. Just a few bumps and bruises, nothing a little fairy magic can’t fix." He winked, but the gesture lacked warmth, sending another tremor down the boy’s spine.

Oh, he liked it.

Oh, he wanted to roar out with laughter.

The boy shivered, pulling his thin jacket tighter around himself. "I’m cold." He mumbled.

Fergus stopped walking and turned to face him, his eyes glinting with dread and hunger. "Don’t worry, little one. You won’t be feeling the cold for much longer." He pulled the boy’s jacket closer to his little body. "In fact, you won’t be feeling much of anything soon."

The boy’s eyes widened, his steps faltering. Fergus’s words were delivering even much more effects than intended.

He chuckled. "Er—h Just a little joke," he said, his tone suddenly light. "But seriously, your brother must be worried sick. We should pick up the pace, wouldn’t you agree?"

The boy dumbly nodded, albeit with restrictions. Fergus bit his own teeth. This was fun. Very fun.

To make it spicier, he told the boys false stories about how he helped his brother ’heroically’. He made sure to pepper it with vivid descriptions of how the vampire’s claw twisted the boy’s brother’s guts.

He could hear the boy swallow hard. Hell, he wanted to hear that sound again. Just as he was going to proceed with his horror storytelling, a voice called out in the darkness.

"Reed?"

Him?

Reed?

Fergus whipped around, his facade faltering for a brief moment. Standing before them was a beautiful fairy woman, her brow furrowed in confusion. "There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you."

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