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“in, baby?”
At this point, the shaggy-haired witch realized the lines between his dream world and the waking one were blurring. The voice calling to him sounded like his wonderful, caring, and kind boyfriend, the tantalizing Pruitt Mondamin, but all saw was the face of his evil —and dead, for that matter— witch ancestor, Odessa.
Pruitt’s voice came again. “G, it’s okay. I’m here.”
“Well, so am I .” could pick out both Uriah’s accent and attitude from anywhere. “I mean, we’re here for you.”
“I’m here!” shouted as his eyes opened.
“Hey,” a concerned-looking Pruitt, who now had ’s head cradled in his lap, pressed a kiss into his forehead.
“H-hey. Where’s Uriah?”
Pruitt shrugged apathetically.
When pulled away, his once concerned boyfriend became instantly irritable. Pruitt transformed into werewolf form, pinning him down, his teeth about to connect with his neck just as ’s eyes shot open. Now finally awake, he nearly jumped to his feet in surprise.
“ Bloody hell, you destructive demon twink! ” shouted Uriah as he pulled what remained of the pillow away from .
’s eyes shot open—now finally awake—and he nearly flew to his feet in surprise.
“You have something against my favorite pillow?” asked a very human-looking Pruitt. It was then that realized he was coming out of a second dream.
“What?” The witch quickly realized he was covered in white clouds of pillow stuffing. “Oh, damn. I’m so sorry.”
’s eyes connected with Pruitt’s as he realized what he had done. Pruitt smirked, stepped forward and scooped up by throwing one arm under his legs, the other behind the witch’s back. “Don’t be sorry. Just tell us what you were dreaming with your whole cute, prophetic, destructive little witch shit.”
Pruitt carefully collapsed on the couch with still in his arms, a concerned look on his face. Uriah quickly joined them, his familiar hands finding ’s and squeezing them reassuringly as the witch composed himself.
“Could be nothing, really,” began with a sigh. “Um, I was on campus going to Professor Quinn’s class, I think.”
“Oh, my new undead roommate gets to make an appearance in your prophetic dreams, but I don’t, eh?” Uriah gently teased.
gave his vampire lover’s hands a squeeze. “Well, that’s probably a good thing.”
“True,” Uriah thought out loud.
“And?” Pruitt asked as he adjusted his hold, arranging himself such that he could run his hands through ’s soft brown hair.
“Then I was checking grades outside of class. And somehow, all of these things came at me—like white hair engulfing me.”
“White hair like fear of old age, or white hair like, uh, you know who ?” Uriah asked.
“Like Odessa?” Pruitt asked, barely able to contain his scowl.
“Uh, yeah, I think so,” nodded in response to Pruitt.
Uriah began again. “Didn’t mean to make light of things with the old age joke, little witch. Wolf Man and I have got a couple hundred years on you, anyway. But I couldn’t help to notice?—”
Pruitt’s eyes caught a glimmer of something strange in his hands as he scratched his human lover’s scalp, prompting him to finish Uriah’s sentence. “Your streak of white hair.”
“Huh?” panicked. “ Me? ”
The two muscular, two-hundred pound-plus supernatural alphas in the room were once again impressed by ’s drive as he instantly squirmed out of their shared embrace, jumped to his feet, and ran to the nearest mirror for a closer examination.