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morning tradition of giving presents in bed.” Quinn drawled lazily as his hands threaded through Cade’s hair. Cade loved the feel of those warm hands running through it. “What else have you got planned for today?”
    “Just you, me, lunch, then a roaring fire, watching old movies on TV and drinking a lot of gluhwein.” Cade chuckled as he stroked Quinn’s stomach idly, running his fingers along a jagged scar. “It’s freezing outside. The weather forecast says it might snow and if it does, I definitely plan on making snow angels with you in the garden.”
    Quinn smiled at him. “That isn’t a euphemism for something, is it? You do mean make snow angels? I have no desire to be ravaged in the garden at minus one degree. All my bits will freeze and fall off.”
    Cade laughed. “No, I promise I won’t ravish you in the snow. In front of the fire later, definitely. That’s a given.”
    Quinn kissed the top of his head. “I look forward to that bit, then.” Quinn sat up and swung his legs out of bed, as he stood up and stretched. “Shower time.” He padded through to the bathroom as Cade watched the taut muscles of his backside admiringly.
    Cade lay back in bed with a satisfied sigh, watching as Marco Polo jumped up onto the bed. “Surely Christmas Day couldn’t get any better, Marco. A good man, early-morning sex and a whole day together in front of a real fire. Sheer bliss, kitty, sheer bliss.”
    His face darkened as he remembered the people who wouldn’t be enjoying any Christmas this year or any other. Cade felt a deep sense of sadness when he thought of Graham and his family. The only consolation he had was that he hoped that somewhere, somehow, they were all together again.

Chapter 3
    Christmas had come and gone and the New Year was now just a distant memory. Both Cade and Quinn were back to work harder than ever, their paths crossing morning and evenings. Quinn’s responsibilities kept him even busier than before. With Graham’s death, Cade had found himself taking on extra responsibilities and he was now teaching more classes. Their life together had grown into some sort of pattern and their few months living together had started to feel comfortable. Quinn loved coming home to Cade’s welcoming embrace and warm body.
    Quinn’s best friend and business partner, Jomo Onyango, was back at work with QuinnCo. After the events of last year, when Jomo had been attacked and badly injured in Quinn’s house, Quinn had convinced his friend to work from his own home when he could. It worked well as Jomo’s girlfriend, Ulinda, had moved in with him. Jomo now worked one day a week with Quinn from Quinn’s home and the rest of their time together was spent on Skype communicating where necessary. Quinn had more time to do his Warlock business in private as he became more and more involved at the Consortium. He definitely missed his friend’s company and wise words but deep down inside, he knew it was the only way to keep him safer. He had Cade to worry about now as well.
    Quinn was currently seated at a large, round table in a dimly lit but very sumptuous hall, surrounded by some of his Marshalls at the Annual Consortium Dinner in the middle of rural Kent. The hall was set within a dome of magyck to prevent outside influences. It was a necessary evil, a get-together of some of the most powerful Warlocks in the country, even the world.
    As Grand Master, Quinn was honour bound to be there. He didn’t really feel like it tonight. He’d had a fairly rough day visiting and commiserating with a family about the death of their son, the Warlock who’d died on Christmas Eve, which had caused Quinn’s recent reaction. Russell Pinkerton had been hit by a truck on the M25, his car dragged under the vehicle for the best part of a mile. There had been very little to identify and healing by his Withinner had been out of the question. The young twenty-five-year-old teaching assistant had stood no chance.
    These dinners