Marek was kissing him. The man didn't seem to be able to get enough of him. He was there, in him, around him, everywhere! He was rubbing his teeth against his skin. He was…
Valentius woke up with a start.
They were still in the Cave of Horrors, and Marek was still wearing the disguise of the Jackal God. His eyes were glowing.
Valentius snorted, unimpressed.
"I know you won't kill me. And if someone has to judge someone, then I-you," the Nightshade citizen said, as he snuggled back onto Albert.
Albert shifted in his sleep, turned around, and buried his nose into Valentius' chest.
"Man, I can't even play a game anymore, can I? Care to tell me...?" The whisper was right there, by Valentius' ear. He sighed. Darn it, what was with Marek? "What were you dreaming about?"
"What are you going to do with the dungeon core?"
Valentius had Albert. He didn't need Marek.
He told himself that, but no matter how often he repeated it, it felt wrong to think it.
