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And if they did, there’d be hell to pay.
    The night sky was clear of clouds and lit with stars, the moon bright and exposing them more often than not. It was cold, but Jameson was used to that. He kept his mind firmly linked with Luuk’s, monitoring his pain and strength.
    For whatever reason, Luuk had suddenly recovered like he used to. Jameson was grateful and whether it was the priests’ prayers or their medicines or a combination of both, he didn’t care. Although it might have been handy to know for future purposes.
    “I don’t think we should go too far. I want to check on the Fathers, even if it’s just a phone call, once morning comes.”
“Me too, Luuk. I wish we could call now, but that would probably seem suspicious.”
“Possibly.” Luuk tugged on his hand and Jameson stopped trying to sneak to another building. They were further into the city now, but could still see the church.
“We could circle back,” Jameson began.
Luuk nodded. “The church across from it looked like it had roof access. If nothing else, we could watch and see who comes out. Unless they’ve already left.”
Jameson frowned and leaned out, peering back from the direction they’d just come. “Shit. I don’t know what to do. If they were searching for us and didn’t find us, then they wouldn’t hang around.”
“Which would mean they’ve probably already left.” Luuk nodded. “And if they weren’t hunting us, then a phone call shouldn’t rouse suspicion.”
“Unless they are waiting for us to come back.” Jameson’s head throbbed with the whatifs. “I don’t know what to do. If there’s shifters at the church and we do call, and Piotr or Norbert even smell suspicious…”
Luuk tipped his head up, eyes towards the stars even though he wasn’t seeing them. Jameson knew that look, and he left Luuk to it, taking a moment to enjoy the finely chiselled profile. Everything about Luuk screamed strength, from the broad, square jaw to the firm chin with the divot in it. A long, slightly bumped nose suited Luuk’s face just perfectly, and the thick brows arched over his eyes could be more expressive than most people’s faces. Luuk knew how to use every one of his features, including the wide mouth Jameson was still infatuated with.
“You’re distracting me by making all the blood rush down here,” Luuk tapped his zipper even as he kept looking up, a grin tugging his lips. “But I think you helped me reach a decision—if you agree with me.”
“You know I’d just about agree to anything when you touch yourself like that.” Because Luuk was trailing his fingers over the growing bulge in his pants, and Jameson couldn’t look away.
Luuk huffed and moved, tangling his hand with Jameson’s and nuzzling his neck. Luuk’s nose was cold on his skin but his breath was hot, and the contrast made Jameson whimper.
“We need to move, one way or the other. Standing here—smelling like we’re in heat, no doubt—is not a brilliant idea,” Luuk pointed out.
“What was your suggestion?” Jameson asked.
Luuk rubbed his face against Jameson’s neck, then he straightened up and glanced back towards the church. “The priests took a very big risk for us. I don’t want to repay them by having them outed as our hosts, if they haven’t been discovered at it yet. But leaving them is wrong, too. We can double back and keep alert, see if we catch wind or sight of any shifters. If not, let’s aim for the roof across from the church and see if a few hours of monitoring it gives us any clues. We can decide between now and that time whether or not to return to the church, or call and check on Piotr and Norbert.”
It was the best they could do, short of going in and attacking, which would likely get them killed and the priests in trouble, if not injured or worse. “Okay.”
Luuk stopped Jameson when he would have started moving, and cupped his cheek. His dark eyes burned into Jameson as he leaned closer. “If I could have my way,