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humanity swarming like locusts through the nightclub.
    Simon shot Darius a curious look, but Darius just shook his head, as confused as he. With a shrug, Darius put the mysterious Rhea out of his mind and followed his friend as he cut a path through the crowd. They hit the door and their long strides took them past the line of club goers, through the deserted alley to the parking lot.
    Only Darius didn’t get to the parking lot as he found his back pressed firmly to a wall and Simon’s furious gaze shooting shards of ice at him.
    “Hide from me all you like, but you can’t hide from yourself.”
    Anger flared through his veins, scalding in its intensity. Though to be honest his anger wasn’t directed at Simon but at himself. When had he become such a coward?
    A dark voice in the back of his mind chimed in on a gleeful note, when you tried to kill yourself after you had your vision.
    Only days ago, yet it seemed like years since he used his talent to aid Arthur when Colin and Juliet were captured by Mordred. In his vision, he clearly saw his own death, taking a bolt of deadly magic meant for Arthur.
    Or so he thought.
    Funny thing about visions is they could change on a dime. Time being mutable and the actions and reactions of people all hinged on free will. In short, not even his gift could have foreseen the old woman throwing herself in front of Arthur and taking the damage instead of him.
    Darius truly believed there would be no other way to save Arthur. Had Simon not interfered, pulling him out of his vision prematurely, he may have seen the interception, or perhaps not.
    In the dark recesses of his soul he knew there was a large part of him that wished for death. Tired of the fight and the countless lives he remembered. No one should be forced to remember all their past mistakes.
    Regrets of what he should have done were his constant tormentors. He mentally shook free of his depressing thoughts and focused on the icy stare challenging him. “Don’t push me,” he warned in a low growl, his control teetering on the razor’s edge he balanced on.
    A dark brow rose in speculation as Simon raked him with a gauging appraisal. “If not me, who would?”
    He hissed in a breath. His pulse quickened as bitterness rose like bile in his throat, threatening to choke him. “Now is not the time for this as you damn well know. Back. The. Fuck. Off,” he bit the words off.
    With a low curse from Simon, his dark head bent and lips met in a punishing kiss. And oh, yeah, he felt his body respond, totally on board with what his buddy got working on. His brain misfired, scrambled by the heady scent of cloves and fresh rain filling his lungs.
    Simon nipped at his lips with unrelenting demand and fucking hell his mouth taunted him to the point he forgot why he resisted this. He opened for the thrust of Simon’s tongue exploring, tasting and urging.
    And as Simon’s taste exploded in his mouth, he hummed, because gods damn he tasted as good as he smelled. He met the aggression of the kiss with a fiery passion of his own. His hands rose, fingers digging deep within soft strands of hair to hold him right where he wanted him as he deepened the kiss, allowing his walls to crumple around him. His hips ground against the hard budge of Simon’s erection, the friction sending a bolt of pleasure down his spine to his throbbing cock.
    It was madness, this need, which shot through his system, short circuiting every thought but one, to get this male naked and taste what he offered. He let his hands release Simon’s hair to trail down the strong column of his throat, loving the hard muscle of broad shoulders, and down the firm chest to a trim waist.
    Simon groaned into his mouth and man, what a fucking turn on that was.
    His fingers brushed over the button of his jeans for a brief moment and got a hiss from Simon, following a half choked curse. Unable to help it. He let his hand go lower, cupping his erection firmly with one hand while the other