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as if it had never been.
    Unwilling to let a stupid dream get the best of him, he got up from his little cot and walked to the pot serving as a cleaning space. As he dipped a rag in the water, he recalled the dream, and the entire night before. This was such a surreal situation, and he felt strangely empty and abandoned. He swore he still tasted Vane’s cum in his mouth, but that couldn’t be. Or could it?
    After returning from his peculiar interview, he’d fallen asleep almost instantly. Then he’d had the disturbing dream that seemed so vivid. Had he really accepted to be the secretary of a bloodkin? The bloodkin had separated him from his family to begin with. This was a terrible idea, and one he would have never agreed to had he been in his right mind.
    He could only find one explanation for his poor reasoning and the dream. Vane must have seduced him just like the strangers in his town had done with so many others. But he didn’t have to work there. He hadn’t signed the contract. Normally, he operated with the motto “my word is my bond” always in mind, but this time, he needed to make an exception.
    Nodding to himself, Moss finished cleaning up and returned to bed. He grimaced in distaste as he realized he’d soiled the one blanket he owned, but he didn’t have any choice but to use it. Nights could get very chilly here.
    Bundling back up in the cot and carefully avoiding the wet spot, Moss closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day, and perhaps he’d be able to find a better job. For all his efforts, that night, he dreamed of dark eyes and sensual lips on his own.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next morning, Moss headed out toward the harbor, hoping to find another daily job so he could at least eat today. He ran into some of his former employers and ended up spending a few good hours carrying heavy boxes around. A part of him screamed he’d had a chance for an excellent job with Vane Bloodmoor, but then, he remembered his father’s advice and everything that had happened in Elmya. As much as he liked Vane, he couldn’t let the other man take over his life. He didn’t want to lose himself like his friends had.
    Unfortunately, he hadn’t slept well the night before, tormented by dreams of Vane, and his distracted musings didn’t help his performance. Several times, he was reprimanded, and the money he received at the end of the job hardly covered his eating needs for the following day.
    Disheartened, Moss headed toward his poor home. At least it was close to the harbor and he didn’t have to drag his tired body too far. But as he reached his little hovel, he noticed a familiar-looking carriage.
    He considered running away, but he did have to advise his former employer of his decision. He spotted Benson waiting, and figured talking to the butler would suffice.
    He’d have preferred to wear something different while doing so, since his appearance echoed his day spent working in the harbor. But at this point, it didn’t matter since after this evening, Moss would most likely never see Benson ever again.
    Taking a deep breath, Moss headed toward Benson. “Mister Hayden,” the butler greeted him. “Do you have a response for us?”
    Moss nodded. “I changed my mind. This is a bad idea. I don’t think I can take such a job.”
    “I thought you might say that.” The carriage door opened and Vane stepped out.
    Moss froze. He could have resisted Benson, but with Vane himself here, he found his previous decision melting away like butter left in the sun.
    “Vane…I mean, Lord Bloodmoor…”
    Vane glowered at him. “Shut up and get in the carriage.”
    The tone reminded Moss of his dream, and his cock stirred in his linen work pants. No, this was a very bad moment to be aroused. And then, Vane stepped closer, and Moss’s body responded to the other man’s close proximity. “Go on,” he whispered huskily. “You’ve made me wait enough.”
    Moss wanted to obey. In fact, his