By the time they reached the wizard's home, the day was halfway over. Jarin and Kain had become more comfortable with each other, holding a conversation the entire time. Jarin remembered what his friend had said to him earlier, and was planning on making a move soon. He knew that Kain was attracted to him, and would not let this go on any further. He had made up his mind that he was going to have Kain, regardless of how the other man felt. He knew the hesitance was just coming off of fear.
The wizard invited them in and showed them all to rooms. It would be necessary for them to share, and the sleeping arrangements would be discussed at a later time.
The old wizard smiled at Kain. "Young man, one of the reasons Devin wanted to speak with me concerns your condition. Do you mind if I have someone take a look at you?"
Kain shrugged, looking nervous. He glanced at Devin, who smiled at him. "Sure. Where do you want me?"
Jarin closed his eyes, shaking his head. The last sentence had gone straight from his ears to his groin. They were words he would like to hear from Kain when speaking with him. It had been hot, especially with his husky voice.
The old wizard led Kain into another room, motioning to Devin. "This will take a while. You may want to take the others away, so they do not hear his screams. This will not be comfortable, but he will not be harmed."
Devin frowned. "You have a good reputation, and I value your friendship. He had best not be harmed. He is fragile as it is. Who will be looking at him?"
"A friend who had mercy shown to him in his life, already. He now has the power of foresight and reading," the old man smiled. "He is in good hands."
Devin shook his head. "Please allow me to stay. Kain is like a son to me."
"Alright, but only you," the old man looked around at the others.
Once they were inside the room, the old wizard closed the door tightly. "He will be out soon."
Devin glanced at Kain, who was already lying on the bed that had been provided.
"Don't worry. This will be safe. Like he said, it might hurt, but hopefully it will help us to know what is going on," Devin squeezed the younger man's hand, and Kain smiled at him.
"I know," Kain looked afraid, but trusted Devin's judgment.
The young man that was supposed to help them emerged, carrying a vial. He had straight, black hair that fell to his shoulders and pale skin. His eyes were covered with a blindfold, but Devin would have recognized him anywhere. His eyes shot to the old wizard.
"Before you have him looked at, I need to have a word with you," he said, glancing at the young man.
The old man smiled. "I knew this was coming…we can speak more privately over here." He walked to the corner of the room. "I know you hate necromancy, but I am not sorry."
Devin glared at him. "I do, because it's wrong. People never come back the same…obviously. Please explain the reason you did this, then we will see about your credibility. You have two minutes."
The old man smiled. "I had him brought back, because he was useful. You can see that."
Devin shook his head. "I will not leave Kain to this thing you have created. If he hurts Kain, I will kill you and send it back where it came from. Are we clear?"
"Very," the old wizard smiled at him. "This will work."
"It had better," Devin walked back over to Kain, taking his hand again.