Chasing the truth Part III
The smell of blood…
The sweet scent hit the sleeping one. It made the older of the two open his eyes while his hand was searching for the one who should be lying together next to him. But he found nothing apart from the arm of his brother, who was sleeping on the other side of the bed. He froze, sat up, and looked for his lover.
“Sol?” Dyvan called out, keeping his ears open in case the little one was taking a shower. But everything was very quiet. He walked over and found the empty bathroom. His eyebrows drew together as he paced around the bedroom. The sweet scent of blood stimulated something in his body.
Even so, he tried to suppress it and shook his brother to wake him up from his dream.
“Dylan, Sol is gone.”
“Huh?”