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we would go to the Regency. It was the most luxurious hotel here at one time. I would wrap you in warm blankets, and bathe your soft skin, and make love to you until neither of us could move. That is what I would wish to do if we knew the Fathers were in no danger.”
Jameson’s knee joints, the traitorous things, turned rather gelatinous and he clutched at Luuk’s hips. “I—” was as far as he got before Luuk’s mouth was crushed to his. Jameson mewled and curled closer to Luuk, everything in him going tight and hot. Luuk’s tongue speared into him, finding every one of his favourite spots. Luuk jerked him closer with an arm around his back, and he pushed a hard thigh between Jameson’s. Jameson rutted and whimpered when he couldn’t hold it in, then he tore his mouth away and panted as he tried to keep from coming in his pants.
“Sorry,” Luuk murmured, kissing Jameson’s temple. “I didn’t mean to get carried away.”
Jameson nodded, not trusting his voice yet. He’d open his mouth and squeak like a mouse, he just knew it.
Luuk held him steady until Jameson trusted his legs wouldn’t give out on him. Another few minutes and he was ready, able to run without pinching off a part of himself.
They began making their way back, cutting across several blocks before turning down a street parallel to the one the church was on. It hit Jameson then, and he knew Luuk, too, when they were across from the church. The alley was dark and grungy, but the scent of garbage couldn’t quite obliterate the hint of shifter carried on the wind.
“Goddamnit.” Luuk’s fear wrapped around Jameson like an arm, squeezing his chest and adding to his own concern. “Goddamnit, Jamie. I can’t leave the priests with them. But if we go in—”
“We could get them killed. That is true. Like it or not, we’re going to have to observe, and I do think that’d be better done from the rooftop. As close as these buildings are on this side of the street, we could probably make the jump from one to another if it became necessary.” Jameson could picture it, like a scene from an action movie. Probably, though, it’d be a heck of a lot scarier in real life, but he’d already faced some pretty terrifying things.
“Right. Okay. Up you go.” Luuk brought them to a fire escape and hooked his hands together for Jameson’s heel. Rather than argue that he didn’t want Luuk straining himself, Jameson accepted the leg up and quickly scaled the ladder to the rooftop.
Luuk was right behind him, and they settled between two large exhaust fans encased in brick on three of four sides. They could just make out the steps and door to the church. The night was mostly silent, a few vehicles rattling past but overall, Jameson thought they would have heard any sounds of abuse with their acute hearing. Unless the priests were gagged—
“Stop!” Luuk scolded, hooking a hand behind his neck. “Don’t think the worst, Jamie. Let’s try and have some faith. If nothing else, Piotr and Norbert would want that of us.”
    And so they sat, and waited, and tried to believe a good outcome was possible for not only themselves, but Father Piotr and Father Norbert. Jameson had managed to calm the worst of his fears when a siren screamed and startled him and Luuk both. They pressed their hands to their ears, the high-pitched whining and clanging painful for them.
But it was more painful to see the emergency vehicle pull to a skidding stop in front of the church.
Chapter Fourteen
    Luuk grabbed Jamie’s hand when Jamie would have headed for the ladder. “Wait. Let us see what’s going on here.”
“You know, Luuk. You know it’s one of the priests!” Jamie’s anger brought a sooty scent to the air as he glared from Luuk to the emergency workers hustling into the church.
“I’m afraid it is, yes, but let us see for sure first, and see who comes out besides our priests.” Luuk didn’t believe there was an injured shifter, at least not for the emergency