Chapter 25

He carried both the glass and the pitcher back to the bedroom. Nick was more asleep than awake. Todd prodded at him, who protested before sitting up and drinking, but Todd managed to get a few glasses of water into him before shoving against Nick’s shoulders and pushing him down on the bed.

“What the hell were you thinking, getting drunk?”

“Don’t be mad.”

“That’s not an answer,” Todd pointed out and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Leo trusts me. He thinks I’m just a neglected slave.” Nick’s words were drawn out, and he yawned a few times between them.

Todd sighed, rubbed a hand over his face, then leaned over, brushed Nick’s hair back, and kissed his mate’s temple. “Go to sleep, Nicky.”

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The next morning, Todd awoke to the delightful sound of Nick heaving in the bathroom. He pushed out of bed and went to the bathroom, leaning in the doorway.