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“I owe you a very sincere thank-you, by the way,” Sloane said.
“Of course you do.” Loch paused. “But what for specifically this time?”
“For mostly behaving and not revealing your true godly nature. Our little secret club is at capacity, you know.”
“We should be much more discerning moving forward.”
“Agreed. Okay, so.” Sloane struggled to get his thoughts together. He was having some trouble focusing, and he tried not to let it frustrate him. “If Nate can teleport, that would explain how he got in and out of Ziol’s house without setting off the wards.”
“He wouldn’t have been able to get through mine.”
“I’m just making sure you have your facts gay.”
“Don’t you mean straight?”
“No.” Loch grinned at his own joke.
Sloane laughed. “By all the gods, I really do love you.”
“Mmm, and I love you, my beautiful Starkiller. Now! Let’s continue making sure our facts are very gay. That only explains how he was able to get into the house. It does not absolve him of guilt.”
“I know. And we still have him on camera fleeing the deacon’s house.” Sloane frowned. “I wonder though… do they have him entering the house?”
“A good question to ask my uncle and Chase.” Loch’s tentacles slithered out and rubbed Sloane’s shoulders.
“Maybe Nate went to talk to the deacon about the tree, or maybe Ziol even sent him there for something. I don’t know. He pops in, but then some crap goes down, and he can’t teleport so he runs.”
“And fleeing the home breaks the wards.” Loch zeroed in on a particularly sore muscle. “How’s that, my love?”
“Mmm, very good.” Sloane closed his eyes as his aches melted away beneath Loch’s magical touch. “He could have even witnessed the murder… damn, Loch. That’s amazing.”
“Of course it is.” Loch preened. “I’m a god.”
“There is a problem with your theory, though.”
“By assuming Nate’s innocence, you eliminated our only suspect, and there are two treacherous murderers afoot.” One of Loch’s tentacles massaged Sloane’s chest. “We should fetch some more suspects.”
“More suspects, mmm….” Sloane’s pulse climbed as the tentacle slipped inside his shirt, rubbing over his nipple. Another tentacle crept down his stomach and teased along the zipper of his pants. “We… should….”
“Yes, my sweet Starkiller?”
“We should talk to the deacon’s followers too,” Sloane said firmly as he tried to resist Loch’s advances. It felt good to struggle, especially when he knew he was going to give in. “We should go look at his house too. Look, uh, look for clues.”
“Oh, I love clues.” Loch leaned over Sloane’s shoulder, sliding his hand over Sloane’s chest as his tentacles opened up Sloane’s pants.
“Clues! Hmmm. The, the killer… maybe left more clues….”
“We shall find all the clues,” Loch promised. “Now, I believe I had some relief to bestow upon you.”
“Just… mm… lock the door.”
