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They Come by Night

Imagine an earth just a bit different from ours. In this world normals unknowingly share the planet with all manner of beings, including vampyres, most of whom rely on bagged blood, which is supplemented by the blood of sabors, valued individuals whose blood contains an element necessary for the survival of the species.<br><br>Tyrell Small has always felt different. He just never knew how different. On his sixteenth birthday, his father reveals Ty is one such sabor, with the birthmark to prove it. Upon learning he’ll be required to feed vampyres, Ty decides he’s not having any of that. He’ll run away and make his own destiny. Slipping out his second story bedroom window, he finds Adam Dasani, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen, waiting for him on the roof.<br><br>Adam is reluctant to distress the young sabor about to slide down the drainpipe, but he’s one of the vampyres Ty will one day feed. Equerry to the vampyre king, Adam had been given the task of guarding Ty on the day he was born. Because the blood of the two most powerful saborese families in the shared history of vampyres and sabors runs through Ty’s veins, some vampyres will do anything to obtain him for themselves. It will be up to Adam to keep Ty safe, not only from those rogue vampyres but from others who have plans of their own for him.<br><br>Everyone keeps telling Ty he can’t escape his destiny, but he has no intention of sitting around twiddling his thumbs, waiting for life to catch up with him. However, will something Adam inadvertently said give Ty a way to live the life he wants and keep those he loves -- including Adam -- out of danger?

Tinnean · LGBT+
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173 Chs

Chapter 128

And there was nothing I could do to make him let me go.

“Adam! Enough!” the Regethundered.

Adam released me so quickly it was as if he threw me away from him.

Why was he so mad at me?

My shoulders ached so much I could barely raise my arms. When I looked at them, would I see the marks of Adam’s individual fingers? With a little more pressure, would he have crushed the bones?

Adam would never do that to you,a small voice whispered in the back of my mind, but another, louder voice sneered, Yes, he would!

“Adam—” I swallowed, but it didn’t help. His name was dry as dust in my mouth.

It occurred to me that whatever it was I had done, it had put me beyond the pale. But what hadI done?

And why wasn’t I allowed any mistakes?

I felt hurt and betrayed, and abruptly angrier than I’d ever been in my whole life.

“You’re damn right it’s enough!” I snapped. “I’ve had it! I rescind my invitation! I want all of you out of my house. Noneof you are welcome here!”