Chapter 2
From the shadows, Cinder watched the heartbroken Io gather his things and leave the kitchen. It pained him so to see the one who filled his world with such light become lost, alone and depressed, knowing he was the responsible party behind it all. Cinder wanted nothing more than to run after Io, gather him up and take him to bed. Hell, he would have settled for a rough, clothes tearing, primal quickie right there in the kitchen. The passionate, ecstasy, soul feeding lovemaking could always come after.
But his phone rang.
Anyone else would have ignored it, put off business until they had a little fun first, and he happily would have been that kind of person. If it hadn’t been of such importance and the sort of thing he couldn’t share with Io. Keeping secrets from his lover, it
