Noah woke up beside Nox, both naked under the blanket. Careful not to wake him, he slowly sat up and walked to the mirror. His cheeks warmed when he saw the bite marks Nox had left all over his body.
“How am I going to cover all of these?” he whispered, brushing his fingers over them.
He grabbed his robe, tied it around his waist, and quietly left the room to check on Alexander. Noah opened the boy’s bedroom door and walked toward the bed—only to stop in fear when he saw it empty.
Panic rose in his chest. He quickly turned on the light.
“Alexander? Where are you?” he called.
He searched the cabinet—nothing. Then he hurried to the other side of the bed and found Alexander curled up on the floor, shivering.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Noah said softly as he carefully picked him up. He pressed a
