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sort that flashed in his eyes. He bet that
if he knew the man better, he would be able to read all the
thoughts on his face.
    “Listen,” Brandon sighed. “I was just going
to get my car, when …umm…I was interrupted. It’s just around the
corner in a public lot. Stay here, and I’ll go get it. I'll pull up
front of the alley, and you can jump in. I think I even have a
jacket in the back seat, so you can cover up. Not that I mind the
view or anything.” The kid’s eyes sparkled at that. Oh, no…this
wasn’t any child. He was definitely a man. He just seemed young to
someone who was eons old.
    Without any other option, Samael nodded to
the ki…. to Brandon. “Alright. Thank you.”
    The man left him standing, still a somewhat
unsteadily, at the entrance to the alleyway and ran over to a
parking lot. When he could no longer see his would-be rescuer, he
just stared at the wall. What was he going to do? He had no money,
no identification, no history, no job, nowhere to sleep, nothing.
It was nice that he’d found one of the rare humans that gave of
themselves without asking for anything in return, but what was
going to happen when Brandon didn’t want to help him anymore? It
was just a matter of time before he was left to his own devices.
Then what?
****

    Brandon had lost his ever-loving mind! That
was what happened. Somewhere along the line, he’d gotten brain
damage, and he hadn’t realized it until just this very moment. He
had enough problems. What was he doing bringing a naked, big – damn
but the guy was huge – hot stranger, into his car? Especially,
because he was pretty sure that the man was suicidal and had very
recently taken a header off a building. Why was he the one cursed
with a freaking conscience? Part of him felt like he couldn’t just
leave the guy there, he obviously needed help. He just hoped that
the help he needed didn’t drift to the sociopathic type.
    He jumped in his red piece of shit, and
started the car. He could just leave. Just go home and forget the
hottie in the alley. Go and try to bail himself out of the shit his
life was going to be in twenty-four hours. Bran banged his head on
the steering wheel, which helped boost his already pounding head
into overdrive. Damn but he was hurting. He needed a handful of
ibuprofen, an ice pack, and a nice long sleep. But he didn’t have
time for any of that. He had a shitload of phone calls to make,
starting with DJ Fucktard.
    The more he thought about it the more he
realized that he couldn’t do it. He could not force himself to walk
away from the guy. Something about the man called to a part of him
deep inside that had never been touched before. The moment he
looked into those indigo eyes, some intrinsic piece of himself had
snapped into place. He felt like he knew the stranger, even though
that wasn’t possible.
    The man was drop dead—with a hard-on the size
of the Empire State building—gorgeous. He was better looking than
anyone Bran had ever seen, and this was L. fucking A. Movie star
capital of the world. When the guy had been on top of him –even
with the knife to his neck—he’d had to fight a growing erection…
had felt a loss when the man moved away. Weird!
    He had to go back, had to figure out what the
connection was, and help the person that somehow had formed it.
Decision made, he turned the car around and headed for the alley
entrance. Once there, he opened the passenger side door, and called
out. The hottie jumped in, and they were on their way.
    “So, where am I taking you?”
    Silence.
    “I…umm… I’m sorry; I don’t even know your
name.”
    “Samael.”
    “Okay, Samael,…umm… nice to meet you. Where
did you want me to take you?” Bran hazarded a look at his guest. He
seemed lost. It just wasn’t right for such a big, strong guy to
have a look like that on his face.
    Finally, he whispered. “I don’t know.”
    Bran wasn’t sure he heard it at first, but
the words were there, hanging over his