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Tom could hear the going-ons with Devrim and Harry, but he was groaning himself, because to his surprise, the venom in Devrim’s bite had actually taken an effect on him. The dreamshade didn’t work, tranqs didn’t, but whatever was fucking in his venom ....

With a reverberated groan, Tom slid himself along the floor, slowly, trying to get to something to pull himself up on; the lower half of his body and legs were completely numb. He only had feeling in his front/arms and upper body, and even that felt a little tingly.

Shit, Devi~

Female Dragons were the most vicious when it came to protecting their mates and hatchlings. He just hadn’t anticipated Devi being so sneaky. He didn’t know if he should be proud or just plain fucking furious.

He had to get to him.. her. He could tell Harry had taken off with Max, so something had happened and he didn’t like it.

Moving finally to a chair, Tom yanked his front end up, just enough to reach for his cell phone from his pocket. With a few fumbles, he dialed Cal.

It took a few minutes before Tom was able to truly move and come back to really facing reality - the shock settling in and then dissipating. He couldn’t look at Cal. He couldn’t go over to him and even see if he was okay. He couldn’t be seen ... now that Peter and the Faerie were gone, where no front was needed.

“I understand ... if you don’t love me, anymore,” he finally muttered barely from behind his lips. He still wasn’t looking at him. “They’re hurting you because of me, ... and now I’m not your .. “He couldn’t even say it. He couldn’t say the word. He was a dragon. He was a dragon.

“Alright, I want to know who FUCKING did this TO MY SON!”

Tom’s cool was completely lost as the group of ‘adults’ for lack of a better term gathered back upstairs in the Tom’s ornate living room. The fire in the ancient looking fireplace roared up through the smoking chimney as he eyes seemed to burn a mirror of the gulfing inferno within him.

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“No..? So, from your face, I’m guessing that is a yes to being weird. Ice cream is good, I can’t help it”

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Tom probably shouldn’t have eaten his driver later that night after dropping Sebastian off at hotel for the night, but he’d been hungry, and the guy had the nerve to speak back to him.

With a shiver Tom’s instincts flared with the want to keep finding more food. It had been sooo long since he’d had a truly good filling meal since he’d been locked away. Still, now he was in a situation where he had to find some other kind of transportation to get back home. Tom actually did not know how to drive.

Not wanting to call one of those dingy old taxi service, Tom walked along the city street for a moment, looking for someone who might be getting into their car to compell and drive him home, when he happened upon a young women on her cell phone waiting by the curb. He caught a glimpse of her phone with the app open for a car service called Orbit. 

Perfect~

It was also 3am and dark, so no one would know. He slipped up behind her casually, reaching out to oh so nicely take her phone.

Before she could scream, Tom’s gaze met her and he pushed his compulsion in so as to not have her make a scene. Even at this hour it was better to be safe than sorry. “You’ll let me eat you~,” his voice purred as he slipped her phone into his own back pocket, and circled her around to the dark alleyway.

A few minutes later, and having wiped his lips, he rejoined that very curbside, awaiting her Orbit service driver, which the app said was very near. He watched the red dot approach, and then once the car stopped, he opened the passenger side door in the front, and slipped inside.

“I’m obviously not the women you had listed, but she was busy~,” he casually said, before turning his gaze up to see whom his driver actually was.

It took a lot to surprise Tom, but that did ... and dare he say for a  brief moment a sense of happiness to see the familiar little shit actually .. touched him ... before he reigned that crazy nonsense in.

Cal was human.

Tom’s chest rumbled with a hot smoky grin as he leaned against the back seat of his sedan, gently stroking Cal’s hair playfully in the aftermath of another little fucking session with him just prior in the house ... but that wasn’t why he was grinning or from the fact that they sort of confessed things they both hadn’t really been ready to admit. 

He was smiling because they were going to go massacre all of the Halloween Parties oh so joyously celebrating that Halloween Night.