Chapter 9
Strain stamped its hard lines across Jason’s face. It reminded John of the time Jason had been laid up with the flu. After the virus burned out, for a couple weeks afterward, Jason tried like hell to stop coughing all the time. That same hard, crumpled look.
“Jason?” When the man’s smile widened more, and hardened further, John’s stomach twisted. He couldn’t get a clearer look at his lover; all the glass separating them had leeched every color to a mute version of itself. “You have to talk to me.”
A hum whispered over the comm. That wasn’t an answer he wanted, but it was better than nothing. John ducked his head just enough to hide his mouth from Jason’s view and keep his eyes locked on his lover. “Turlach! What have you got?”
Yakecen popped up next to him like a demented jac
