A man who needs to get home, a man who isn't ready to let go and a love that surpasses death.
Far Away Eyes by Megan Slayer
(Set In Stone Multi-Author 13): A Start Me Up Story
Cover
Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 009958-03231
Genres: New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Sci-Fi
Themes: 2nd Chance Romance, Gay, Magic
Series: Set In Stone Multi-Author (#13)
Book
Length: Novella
Page
Count: 52
His lover died and Gage
knows he's got to move on but what if there's a chance Rascal can come back?
Gage knows Rascal is dying. The gay
cancer has taken over his life and is killing him more each day. Gage knows his
love can’t save Rascal, but what if there is a chance to change the future?
Rascal isn’t done loving Gage. He’s
not ready to die. If he’s willing to accept the magic from Darryl at Start Me
Up, he can come back.
He’s
going to return to his love and life, no matter the cost. Now if only Gage will
accept him…
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“Lew will tell you
something that seems impossible, but it’s not.”
He doubted he’d
question Lew, the lawyer. But the whole situation seemed strange. “Okay.”
“You’ll think it’s far
out, but I guarantee it’s real,” Chris said. “Trust us.”
Gage shrugged. “Sure.”
He’d believe almost anything right now if it meant getting Rascal back. Since
that wasn’t going to happen, tough shit.
Steve turned back
around and started the car.
Maybe he was just too
dazed, but Gage doubted Chris and Steve knew what they were talking about.
They’d never really understand because they hadn’t actually lost each other.
Hadn’t been ripped from the scene because family didn’t believe he was gay or
seen their partner waste away.
He paid little
attention as Steve drove to the apartment. Right now, he wanted to go back to
the hospital and be with Rascal. His lover wasn’t in that shell any longer, but
that didn’t quell the ache in Gage’s being.
Steve parked on the
street. Chris left the vehicle first and Gage followed. Gage wandered up to the
apartment. How could he ever go back to his own apartment? Everything there
reminded him of Rascal. Once Rascal had been diagnosed with the cancer, he’d
moved in with Gage to consolidate homes and save some money.
He stood in the living
room of Chris and Steve’s place but wished he could go. King and Randall were
there along with Eric and Danny. On one hand, it felt like too many people
around, but on the other, this was his adopted family. The chosen ones he
called his nearest and dearest. His own parents hadn’t wanted him around
because he was gay, and Rascal suffered the same problems. All he and Rascal
had were each other and their adopted family.
Lew stepped into the
apartment. “Hi.”
God. If one more
person showed up, Gage would leave.
Chris and Steve stood
behind the sofa, King and Randall waited by the bar and Eric and Danny reclined
on the window seat. Gage wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. “Yeah?”
Gage asked. “Well?”
He shouldn’t be upset
with them, but the despair bled into the rest of his life.
“You should know some things before we go over Randall’s will,” Lew said. “Do
you know how Randall, Eric and Steve are here?”
Gage shrugged. “They
survived?” Why in the hell was anyone asking him this right now?
“Not exactly,” Chris
said and rounded the sofa. “Steve had the gay cancer, remember? Maybe you
don’t, but he did. He died and I spent a long time mourning him. It hurt so
much.”
He didn’t remember
that, but honestly, he hadn’t paid much attention.
“And Eric was killed
by a gunshot wound,” Danny said. “I lost him and never thought I’d ever be
whole.”
“Obviously he pulled
through,” Gage said. If he hadn’t, Eric wouldn’t be sitting there.
“He didn’t,” Danny
said. “He died.”
“I see him right there
with you.” Gage shook his head. This was ridiculous.
“Randall was attacked
at the shelter back at Christmas. He bled out,” King said. “I saw his parents
take custody of his body.”
“I don’t believe this.
You’re all standing here, so someone lied or you never died.” Gage held up both
hands. “Just… stop. Enough. You’re all bullshitting me. What is this?”
“This is where I come
in,” Lew said. “I, along with Bob and Darryl at Start Me Up, helped the others,
and we helped Rascal.”
“You did?” Gage
snorted. “Did you bring them back from the dead? Huh? Did you become a doctor
and learn how to reverse the damage from a gunshot wound? Did you figure out
how to keep someone from bleeding out? Did you come up with a cure for the gay
cancer? Is that how you saved the other guys? Come on.” His voice cracked.
“Rascal is gone. There’s nothing you can do to change that. No one can. I lost
him -- end of story.”
“It’s not the end of
the story,” Lew said. “Trust me.”
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