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Kavinsky was a dreamer, just as his father and his mima were dreamers. But even he couldn't help but hold his breath when he was in the Barns, that place was all the fruit of a dream.
Niall Lynch's dream had been made for his dream wives Aurora and Briar Rose, and in which he raised his children Declan, the least beloved, Ronan, the most beloved, and Matthew, the dream boy. It must have been wonderful, Kavinsky thought, until Niall Lynch managed to get his head blown off with a screwdriver in front of his favorite son.
He wondered how Ronan could sleep at night after seeing his father brutally murdered in that way. So he scoffed, but he couldn't, not even full of nightmares like he was until he met him.
Kavinsky parked the car in the driveway and ignored the child Ronan dreamed of playing with an equally dreamed dog. And he went to the stables where Ronan was most likely to be. Entering the stables he saw a scene that made him grit his teeth to the point of pain. Ronan lying face down on Adam Parrish as if he were his favorite pillow, while they were on a pile of hay. Parrish's pale blue eyes were wide open and sharp like those of a hawk that had spotted a rodent in its hunting grounds.
It was unnerving that this trailer trash always seemed like a bird of prey watching and waiting for him to make the slightest mistake to pounce.
Theoretically, Kavinsky knew he was the third of the Triad joining the already formed first couple of Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch, but he always felt like he was an intruder in their relationship. Either by being too close to Ronan and pushing Adam away, or by being too close to Adam and pushing Ronan away.
The third was supposed to balance the couple, but Joseph Kavinsky had never balanced anything in his entire life. And there they were, just a few steps away, and yet while Adam traced Ronan's tattoos with his fingertips in the most loving and reverent way possible, they might as well have been in different dimensions.
— He's been having trouble sleeping. Don't wake him up. — Parrish said without looking at him in a low, firm voice.
That little trash-eating dove who thought of herself as a hawk was now so familiar with Kavinsky that she already felt entitled to give orders and be obeyed.
Kavinsky contemplated the idea of telling his boyfriend to go fuck himself and start yelling until Ronan woke up all tense and angry, ready to start a fight that could last hours or weeks, but he didn't come to Barns for that, not this time.
He ignored Parrish's confused look and gave him a light kiss on the mouth. And he lay down next to Ronan, cuddling him in his sleep, while resting his head on his shoulder.
He wouldn't be asleep long even if he hadn't realized how tired he was.