The house seemed suddenly empty with Kingston and Armand gone. Tino didn’t like that feeling, although he couldn’t explain why.
It’s not like I want someone around. Watching my every move. Trying to tell me what to do and how to run my life. It is my life and has been for longer than I can remember. Do what I want, when I want to.
He considered going to one of the clubs in town that he’d passed on his forays to feed. But it wouldn’t really solve the problem. He’d still feel lonely. How could he not, when everyone at them was human.
Yeah, if I got lucky I’d get f****d. But that’s only transitory. We connect for a couple of hours and that’s it. Besides, I’m not all that sure it’s what I’m looking for. Hell, I know it isn’t. I want someone like Armand. Sane, sensible…
He flinched, realizi
