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First published February 19, 2026




“He ran a hand through his hair, then faced the red-haired man. His golden-brown eyes brimmed with fear, and his hair stood up at odd angles, probably from the discarded balaclava at his feet. He was cute, with full pink lips and a light smattering of freckles across his cheeks. He looked innocent, attractive. Fuckable.”


"You've done it before? Killed someone?"
"Yeah. It's my job."
"What?"
"You heard me."

"So, what are we looking for then? Rabid squirrels?"
That got Cade's attention. "Can that happen?" He looked horrified, and Tristan almost felt bad for the joke.
Almost.
"Oh, yeah. They go crazy, launching themselves at people's faces and scratching at their eyes with their claws. Most people get rabies from squirrels. I learned that in college."
Cade gaped at him, then looked around anxiously for any of the killer rodents. Tristan burst out laughing. Cade slowly turned his head back to Tristan and glowered.
"You're hilarious," he snarked, then continued striding around the clearing, maybe on the lookout for bloodthirsty bunnies or ferocious foxes.
Really? This is what you’re terrified of, Cade? How the mighty have fallen.

As Cade assessed the chances of dying from rabies, Tristan stopped in a clearing and scanned the area, gasping softly.
"What?"
Tristan moved forward carefully. "It's a small copper butterfly. It's pretty rare to see them; they're an at-risk species." Cade crept up behind him and examined the creature. It just looked like any other butterfly to him.
"How do you know what kind it is?"
"We learned all the names, Natalie and I, from this big book my mom had. I remember when Natalie was too young to read, she would point to the pictures and ask me to tell her what kind it was. My mom loved butterflies, was obsessed with them," Tristan answered, not taking his eyes off the dancing insect. He smiled as he spoke, though Cade wasn't sure if it was because of the beauty of the memory or the butterfly.


"You wanna know so fucking bad, Tristan? You wanna know what I want? What I'd do to you if I could?"
A burst of electricity crackled through Tristan's body, and he wasn't sure if it was from fear or arousal.
Or both.
His mouth was so dry, he couldn't force out words, so he dipped his head, silent permission — or maybe a plea — to continue.
Cade's voice was low and gravelly when he spoke.

