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found the man attractive in a way he hadn’t found anyone in centuries. He wanted to drop Pierre into Lam’s arms and run the other way.
But you don’t run from anyone.
    Snarling, Death shook his head and tried to ignore the voice. He straightened his shoulders and met Lam’s intrigued gaze. “I’m taking him with me, and if anyone has a problem, they know where to find me.”
    “True. Good luck. I think this one’s going to be very difficult for you.” Lam reached out to stroke his fingers over Pierre’s cheek. “He is rather pretty.”
Pierre shifted slightly, and Death noticed the man’s eyes were halfway open.
“Where’s the guy who smells bad?” Pierre asked, staring at Lam.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lam patted Pierre’s cheek before stepping away. “You should probably get him out of here. I’m sure the hotel will be around at some point to make sure he’s still alive.”
“And they’ll panic when he’s not here.” Death curled his lip in disgust. “They don’t care what he does as long as he pays his bill. They don’t care about the drugs being delivered or shot up. Why doesn’t anyone care about him, Lam?”
Lam blinked, probably amazed Death would even ask the question. “Oh, there are people who care about him, Death, but he doesn’t know them yet. Maybe, if he were to live, he’d have met them eventually. Of course, if you’re taking him, he might have a chance to find someone who loves him.”
Death rolled his eyes and walked over to the balcony. He shouldered the doors open, making sure Pierre got through without getting scraped. Whistling loudly, he eased to the corner, knowing there would be enough space for his horse to appear. The pale grey stallion shimmered as he materialised onto the balcony.
“Wow. I don’t usually hallucinate horses appearing out of thin air,” Pierre murmured.
“Guess the shit you shot up was worse than you thought,” Death said as he waited for Lam to join them. “Here. Hold him for me.”
Lam took Pierre while Death mounted his stallion. The horse snorted as Death accepted Pierre back into his arms. Lam chuckled.
“Even your horse is amazed you’d do anything like this.”
“Shut up, Lam. If you truly have a problem with me taking him, then just say it or do something about it. You can stop me.” Death drew Pierre close to his chest. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. I didn’t see anything here, so I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lam turned his back and started to walk into the room. He paused at the doorway and said, “Be careful with him, Death. He’s far more fragile than you think. His problems stem from more than just the drugs.”
“It’s always more than just drugs,” Death muttered as he took a tighter hold on Pierre before he nudged the stallion’s sides with his heels.
The horse tossed his head up and down for a moment, then whirled on its hind legs. It took one giant leap over the railing, but instead of falling, it raced across the sky, flying without wings. Death didn’t touch the reins or grab a handful of mane. He was used to the way his mount travelled. He cupped the back of Pierre’s head and pressed the man’s face into his chest. He didn’t want Pierre looking around, which could cause Pierre to freak out, though Pierre might just assume he was still high and tripping with the bad heroin.
“Have I died yet?”
Pierre’s question blew by Death’s ears on the night breeze. Death shook his head, not bothering to look down at Pierre.
“If I haven’t died, then where are you taking me?” Pierre started to move, but Death stopped him.
“You probably shouldn’t look down, or move for that matter. I’m taking you someplace where we can wean you off the drugs. Hopefully, you’ll stay clean this time.”
“Oh, so you’re taking me to a rehab centre?” Pierre shrugged. “I guess I could give it another try. It obviously didn’t take the first two times.”
“How