Alastor hummed as he walked back from the village below his and Cyrino’s home, bringing back the food he had bought for dinner. Cyrino’s most recent job had been tough, having to save the life of a small child. Alastor had hated having to help the families oldest child hold their parents back. He wanted to do something for him. He was so focused on Cyrino, that he nearly ran straight into the demon that had appeared in the road. His heart stuttered and he jumped back. “Um, excuse me.” He looked the demon over, seeing he closely resembled Cyrino.
“Are you Cyrino’s mate?”
“Uh, who are you?”
“I heard about you because of his work.” He moved closer and Alastor found himself frozen. The demon grabbed him by his throat then looked him over. “A mate, but unclaimed. My, my, he has become complacent.” He let Alastor go.
“Who are you?”
“His uncle, his father sent me.”
“Dinner? Curiosity over you perhaps? My nephews tend to avoid them like the plague until they are forced to visit.”
Alastor swallowed. “Why tell me? Our home is right up there?”
He shrugged. “I saw you first, smelled him on you.”
“Oh, um, you could come up, I could wake him.”
“If you don’t mind.”