Dyson sat at the bar in the Dal, nursing his shot glass of scotch. He'd been sitting at the bar for at least an hour with the same drink in hand and as silent as stone, ignoring all attempts, including Trick's to engage in conversation.
Hale had disappeared after their three games of pool, having lost all three to Dyson and his superior genes, with some wood nymphs that had been cheering him on or rather flirting with them both throughout the games.
Dyson had no interest in the wood nymphs, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because there was only one woman that occupied his mind these days. And a curse because there was only one woman who occupied his mind these days. If she didn't occupy every waking moment of his day and often his nights as well, said wood nymphs could have dealt with what was coming. It would probably have taken all both of them and the sister that they kept mentioning but hey, whatever it takes.
Trick appeared in front of him again "So old friend, what has you sitting at my bar nursing your drink for an ages?" Dyson shook his head, how could he possibly tell Trick what was going to happen to him in the next few days. Trick 'knew', in one sense, every wolf went through it, being 'in heat' but Dyson hadn't told Trick about the physical effects when said wolf was actually in love, Goddess help him, with someone.
Dyson had been trying to deny the fact he was in love with her. He'd been trying to keep his distance from her. But when she set foot in the bar, his eyes wanted to see her, to drink in the very sight of her smile, her eyes. His ears listened for her sexy voice and her musical laugh and his arms wanted to hold her and keep her safe. Never mind what another part of his anatomy wanted to do to her.
Dyson sighed and shook his head, unable to find the words to tell Trick exactly what was going on. "Go downstairs." Trick said, motioning towards the stairs. He knew Dyson needed to talk and it was likely he would be more willing if it was somewhere private. "I'll just get someone to cover the bar and be down. Go on."
Dyson picked up his drink and made his way down the stairs to Trick's private rooms, still trying to find some way to tell Trick what was going on.
Ten minutes later Trick made his way down, holding a bottle of scotch and a glass for himself. He found Dyson sitting next to the fire in one of the chairs. Dyson's long legs were stretched out in front of him and it looked as though the weight of the world was upon him. Not so unusual for this warrior.
Trick studied him for a moment longer before clearing his throat and walking into the room. "Right...so what has my granddaughter done now?" Dyson looked at Trick, arching a very eloquent eyebrow at him. "The look you have on your face tells me that this has something to do with a woman."
Trick stopped and looked closely at Dyson, who had gone back to gazing at the dancing flames rather than looking at him. "So it does have something to do with Bo?"
"No," Dyson managed to squeeze out "not Bo."
"Well it's something to do with a woman. I can tell from the way you're acting and for having known you for too many years." Trick smiled at Dyson "So if not Bo, then who?"
Dyson looked at Trick "You're never going to believe it. I didn't at first and you're going to tell me all the reasons why I should stay away from her but it's not that easy."
"Dyson, you're starting to worry me. Goddess above, it's not the Morrigan is it?"
"No, that would almost be easier."
"Easier? What are you not telling me Dyson? Who is it?"
"It's Kenzi." Dyson said softly.
"Kenzi? You mean our Kenzi?"
Dyson nodded his head and drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "Yeah...yeah..my Kenzi."
"Your Kenzi? What exactly does 'my Kenzi' mean?"
"You know how Kenzi got my love back from the Norn?" Trick nodded and smiled at the memory of the girl with the chainsaw who took on the old crone and did what few, if any, had ever done before, bested the fae. And it almost cost her, her life. "When I got my love back I realized all the feelings I had for Bo were..."
"Gone?" Trick supplied.
"Not gone, but changed. It was then I realized the feelings I had were for Kenzi."
"You love her?"
"Goddess help me, I do!" Dyson answered. Both men sat back in their chairs and swallowed their drinks. Trick refilled both glasses, which they both promptly emptied again.
"Does she know? Does Bo?" Dyson shook his head with a quick motion "Do you plan to tell them?" Dyson shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding Trick's gaze once more. "You're not going to are you." Trick stated it as a fact.
Dyson rubbed his hand over his face. "I don't want to. I don't want Kenzi to feel uncomfortable or feel like she's being pressured into something she doesn't want." Trick looked at Dyson. Was his friend really as blind to Kenzi's feelings for him as he made out? He couldn't be, surely. "But there's another slight complication."
"Only one?" Trick managed a halfhearted laugh. Dyson gave a slight smile.
"Well it's sort of a big one."
"Besides the fact that you're fae and she's human?"
"Yeah, besides that. I'm coming into heat, I can feel it coming. And every time I'm around her, the feeling gets stronger." For the last couple of weeks whether it was at the bar, the station or the crack shack, he senses had sharpened. His eyes took in every detail of her clear blue eyes, her shimmering black hair, her ridiculously high boots, short skirts and midriff skimming tops.
Sometimes it took everything within himself to not grab her and take her somewhere private so he could show her how he felt or to demand that she cover herself so that not every damn male, and in some cases female, human and fae, looked at her liked they wanted her. He wanted her. He wanted to taste her, her lips, her skin, all of her.
Then there was her scent. It seemed to snake its way around him when she came close, like tendrils drawing him in. As the time drew closer the scent seemed too sharpen for him, sunflowers, vodka and vanilla. It was a heady concoction, it clung to him like ivy on a wall. Dyson wondered if it had seeped into his skin and if he'd ever be able to smell anything else. Not that he really minded, he loved her scent.
He loved how it got stronger when she was around him. He had hoped it was her body's reaction to being around him and not because she was closer to him. Goddess if that was the case he'd gladly lift her onto the bar, push whatever skirt she'd be wearing up over her hips and pull her panties...
"May I suggest," Trick interrupted his thoughts of Kenzi and his fantasy that he'd played out a thousand times "that you perhaps go to your cabin and get away from Kenzi while you're..." Trick made several hand gestures while trying to find the right words.
"Yeah, I'll head up there tomorrow." Dyson's head swung towards the stairs as those tendrils of fragrance came snaking down the stairs towards him. "Actually I might go now and out the back door!"
"She's here? How do you know?" Dyson gave Trick a look "Ok, I don't think I want to know. Go! I'll keep her busy upstairs."
"Thanks. I'll call you a couple days." And then Dyson was gone.
As Trick headed up the stairs, he wondered if the situation between Dyson and Kenzi could get any worse. And for once the Blood King really had no idea what was coming.