Kyle was finishing up a rather lengthy phone conversation when the door to the office seemed to just explode. A indication that Kyle should probably get off the phone and investigate. “I’ll call you back.” He said before he hung up, not waiting for an answer.
A voice bellowed from the lobby of the office suite. “MICAH! GET OUT HERE NOW!”
Kyle took a moment to consider that. Then decided no. Despite whatever was happening being linked to Micah. Kyle would not be abandoning him to it. With a sigh. He took his time in going to greet their visitor.
Their visitor ended up being a slight little thing with glowing green eyes. He couldn’t have been much taller than Josie. Who was petite. And he was quite pretty to look at. Even spitting rage as he was. Kyle would have rather just contented himself to stare and wait for him to do a nifty trick or something. But then… he opened his mouth.
Max was livid. And the only one answering him was a human. A measly little human. That Max would take great pleasure in snapping like a twig. His lips pulled back into a snarl. Fingers curling like they were talons. And they really would be, in very short order “Where is Micah?” He demanded.
Kyle decided he was not impressed by this show and crossed his arms. “Working. I assume anyway. It is 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon. Respectable people are doing things like supporting themselves or their families.”
Max’s left eye twitched at the intended dig. It really should have meant something that this was Micah’s boss. But he’d just called him disrespectful. And surely that meant Max ought to do something truly disrespectful. So, he tore a plank of wood off the broken door and flung it at him.
Being used to having objects thrown at him. And wasn’t that embarrassing to say. Kyle simply took a step to the right and the plank soared by him and into the wall.
Which angered Max further. He stalked into the room. Grabbed the edge of Josie’s desk and hurled it at the infuriating human.
Kyle who had also been expecting that, made an exasperated sound, abandoning his post and letting the desk fall in a splintering mess on the floor. Kyle bristled. “That was an antique you heathen. I certainly hope you are insured.”
It bothered Max that the human wasn’t responding properly to his tantrum. He put his hands on his hips. “It was old. Disgusting really. Surely you have enough money to be furnishing this place with better quality.”
Despite finding him rather cute in a way one might find a rabid chihuahua cute, Kyle scoffed. “I don’t expect you to grasp the concept of true art. Though I still find myself wondering whether or not fae have the capacity to truly appreciate anything other than themselves.”
“And you have a thorough understanding of fae?” Max asked, voice sickly sweet with venom.
“Certainly.” Kyle replied with a flippant sniff. “Why else do you suppose I work so hard to avoid subjecting myself to them?”
Max’s lips formed a firm line. He made a move to grab something else.
“That is ENOUGH!” Kyle exploded. Having long since been over this temper tantrum. He borrowed authority he’d learned from spending so much time in Adam’s company. “Is there a point to this sniveling disregard for my time? Because I’m expensive. And I don’t believe you can afford me.”
“I want Micah.” Max said. A small childish attempt at getting what he’d come here for.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Well clearly. Do people normally just cater to your temper? Because it is hardly endearing.” He took a steadying breath. “What is it exactly you want with him?” Kyle wouldn’t be just handing Micah over to him at any rate. But a little more information would be useful in dealing with him.
The indignant anger that had been simmering decided to ignite again. Max straightened up. Jaw set. “He got me pregnant. Then mated me.”
Kyle didn’t miss a beat. “Is that all?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You do realize it takes two to tango? Babies don’t spontaneously appear. It’s a matter of mechanics. Biology 101? If you haven’t been properly schooled in it I’m more than happy to educate you on the birds and the bees.”
Max closed his mouth. He actually pouted at that insinuation. “I know how babies are made.”
“Oh good.” Kyle drawled less than sympathetic. “Then you also know that unexpected pregnancies are handleable. As are shifter mating bonds. If you really are that offended about it. Though there are far worse mates you could end up with than Micah. Who is young, but quite capable of caring for you and the baby if you allow him too. Shifters are loyal and loving and really perfect in most areas. And a shifter bond is far more encompassing than a mere human one which is nothing but a measly little piece of paper.”
Stunned. Max wasn’t sure how to respond to so many insults being looped in with truths. It was really dizzying. But apparently the human wasn’t quite done yet.
“And you can be damned sure I am not going to allow you to place all the blame on Micah when you are hardly free of blame. Micah wouldn’t have even slept with you if you hadn’t been entirely willing. Nor would he mate you unless you were important to him. Therefore your argument is invalid and is hereby dismissed.”
Max recoiled like he’d hit him. And it seemed as though he had. Max’s anger, though righteous in intensity, was not actually aimed at Micah. Not truly. It was aimed at himself. Flinging it at Micah was just how he normally handled things like overwhelming emotions. He made a little sound. Unsure of what to do at this point.
Kyle would have felt a little sympathetic towards the fae. Who was obviously going through some internal turmoil. But he had never been tolerant of people who blamed the innocent. “So…” he said in a tone that left no room for debate. “Why don’t you just prance right back out of here. Find a more reasonable way to communicate with Micah. And do expect a bill from my insurance company for damages you inflicted on my place of business.”
“I don’t prance.” Max retorted.
“You prance. Like the princess ballerina you are.”
