"Sofi, you're not going to be able to handle helping Darian and being pregnant," he said.
No, Dusty, Darian needs me.
Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
Darian rolled onto his side with a noisy sigh.
Darian replied in irritation.
Darian bit off the word.
Dusty gazed at him, reminded of the man Darian used to be before he was destroyed by the Black God himself.
He hoped one day Darian took his place beside the other gods.
Darian wrung his hands like an excited child at the news.
At the very least, Dusty hoped Darian grew out of the terrible twos.
"Yeah. But Darian, she can't help you and be pregnant," Dusty said quietly.
"Darian," Dusty said with patience he didn't quite feel.
"I would never hurt her, Dusty," Darian said and stood.
"I won't," Darian said.
Darian watched the confused Grey God leave, never imagining he'd deal daily with this type of drama in addition to managing the battles against the vamps in the western hemisphere.
If Darian lost his focus and disappeared again, he suspected it'd be another week before he had a chance to sleep.
"Dusty, I'm-- " Darian started.
Darian gave another of his annoyed sighs and hung up.
"I'm Darian," he said.
He'd had this sense before, when Darian was proclaimed the Grey God.
Darian can email me if he wants.
"If you sit on the couch, she'll come to you," she offered, watching as Darian searched the condo.
"Dusty's apartment is soooo boring," Darian complained.
"He's a good guy, though," Darian admitted.
Darian looked at her, content with cookies resting on one thigh and the cat on the other.
Darian held up his hand and stared at it.
"I'm sorry, Darian, maybe I shouldn't have done that," she said, resting her hand on his arm.
"Darian, it's okay," she said, smiling at him.
Dusty and Darian, both drenched and covered in what looked like seaweed, were in the foyer.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
"I doubt that, Darian," she said, holding back a smile.
Darian was staring at the ground.
"I'm sorry, Dusty," Darian said.
I'll try to be better, Darian whispered.
"I'm sorry I almost ruined your life," Darian said quietly.
Dusty twisted to look up at Darian, not understanding Darian's concern.
Darian jerked the door open and stormed out.
I just need you to remind Darian of something.
Dusty, Sofia, Darian, Damian, Jule, Jenn, Toni, Jonny, Watcher.
He disappeared much as Darian did.
Darian had also been clear about the type of relationships Dusty preferred.
He was glaring at Darian, who sat across the kitchen on another stool.