Hale-Ferguson Residence, Aurelia
"Rose? Dinner's…" Devon froze, swallowing the rest of that sentence. "Right. Almost forgot."
He'd been walking down the hallway to Ambrose's room, ready to drag him down for dinner. Viktor had even assisted, and if he was being honest, it looked really good.
That's when it struck him that his boyfriend had been away for a week.
And so has their son.
A bitter smile curved his lips when he recalled the way Ambrose would groan about checking something out with the system or some other crazy new interest.
Devon would stand by the doorway glaring until the stubborn Guide leapt to him—mostly after he threatened that he, Orion and Viktor would eat his share.
"Dev?!" Viktor called from the kitchen downstairs, snapping him back to reality. "Where did you crawl into? Gabe and Val will be here any minute."
The S-Rank ruffled his own hair, pulling in a raspy breath through his mouth.
How long could they keep waiting before deciding something was wrong?
