The man looked like a dream.
Amos was handsome in a fragile way. But the man, who looked about five years their senior, looked like an attractive man who was about as merciful as a shark.
"So, what's the plan?" the Boliarin asked as he pressed Valentius' hand. When Valentius let go of Mercy, the man brought him to his feet. "Eh, Love?"
"Don't call me that," Valentius could imagine how Albert had initially felt, how he must have wanted Bartolomeo to love him.
Only for the boy to…
"What are you going to do without anyone to protect you?" The redhead asked.
Red hair, red eyes, and a mountain of muscle.
Valentius let him pull him close, to envelop his arms around him.
"What will you do when Wrath comes for you both?" The man whispered in his soulmate's ear. "I, for one, don't think about just staying and letting it happen. If you know what I mean."
Valentius knew. Even if he wished, he did not.
