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encouragement. He licked over the seam of Remy's lips, and the moan he drew
from Remy gave him the opening he needed. As Baqir thrust his tongue into
Remy's mouth, Remy wrapped his arms around Baqir's neck. His flavor exploded on
Baqir's taste buds, sweet and sharp, wild like the wolves inside them both.
    When they broke apart, Baqir wanted nothing more than to take
things further, but something held him back. For a few moments, they just
stared at one another, still breathing hard, and then Remy wiggled out of his
embrace. "Right... Tea."
    Tea couldn't have been further from Baqir's mind, but he
respected his mate's decision and he knew Remy was right. They had barely exchanged
a few words and they didn't know much about one another, only what they'd heard
from third parties. While a part of Baqir roared to take what was his, he knew
things weren't quite so simple.
    Remy stole his glasses back, left his coat on a rack, and
ventured further into the apartment. Baqir followed his mate into a wide,
open-space kitchen and watched as Remy puttered around through the cupboards.
He finally came up with a teakettle and an infuser. With practiced motions, he
set the water to boil, and then sat at the counter to face Baqir. He seemed to
have composed himself, but his face was still a little red and flushed, and the
scent of his arousal lingered in the air. "So... A silencer?" He
peered closer to Baqir's face, as if trying to decipher his thoughts.
"That's interesting. I don't suppose you're here by coincidence."
    "You know I'm not," Baqir replied, not bothering to
lie to his mate. "What's happening here concerns all of us, and me in
particular."
    He probably shouldn't have let that last bit slip, but he was
still shaken, and his wolf still craved Remy with a feral greed born out of
both instinct and unprecedented emotion. And Remy was far too clever for his
own good. "You in particular," he repeated. "And why is that?"
    "I have my reasons," Baqir replied, trying not to
fall into Remy's eyes—and utterly failing. "Even silencers have things
they hold dear."
    "Should I be jealous?" Remy leaned in even closer,
until their lips were almost brushing.
    "Definitely not." Baqir crossed the rest of the
distance between them, but didn't kiss Remy again, instead choosing to inhale
Remy's scent. "I'm all yours."
    His own words surprised Baqir, since he had never thought he
had it in him to offer affection of any kind to anyone other than Erdi. It also
made him pull away as he realized that he was getting far too caught up in
this, in Remy.
    He should not be here. He should be talking to Reynard and
making a plan that would allow them to handle the unknown threat. Besides, Remy
deserved better. He deserved a mate who actually had a heart, someone who was
not capable of disfiguring his own brother and killing in cold blood.
    Remy must have noticed the change in mood—not that he could
have missed it when Baqir tore himself away so abruptly he almost fell off the
stool. "What is it?" Remy asked.
    "I just..." Baqir got up and rubbed his eyes
tiredly. "I'm a silencer. I... We're not good for one another, are
we?"
    Remy didn't immediately reply. He turned away from Baqir and
opened the package he'd dropped earlier—which, predictably turned out to be
some sort of tea. The strong scent hit Baqir even from where he was standing,
but Remy didn't seem surprised.
    He added a generous quantity in the infuser, and then poured
the now steaming water onto it. Once he was done, he finally faced Baqir again.
"Perhaps you're right. These are certainly not regular circumstances. But
you won't give up just like that, will you?"
    A part of Baqir reminded him that this was a terrible idea.
He should not stay. He should not burden Remy with his presence, and his past.
    But his yearning for his mate was stronger, and he sat back
down, smiling. "Well, you did promise me tea."
    ****
    Remy wondered how an exchange could be both awkward and
effortless at the same time.