![]() ![]() If the blood wasn’t Beast’s, Laurent didn’t need to know who it belonged to. “But are you not injured?” he asked when he spotted dried red dots on Beast’s vest.īeast shook his head and gave Laurent another peck on the lips. Laurent kissed Beast with a smile, itching to see the jewel. ![]() “We have it,” Beast whispered into Laurent’s ear. Relief was like warm water splashing down Laurent’s back, and he circled the thick, warm neck with his arms, bumping their foreheads as tenderness took root in his heart. “How did it go?” he asked when Beast had finished the hurried conversation.īeast didn’t answer at first, instead sweeping Laurent to his chest until Laurent’s feet left the asphalt. A concept unthinkable in year 1805, the time Laurent had left behind. He doubted thinking of Beast in such a way would ever grow old. ![]() ![]() He put his notebook away and went straight for the door, itching to put his arms around his man. The danger to the human world has already strained their relationship, but Magpie’s offering brings out the worst in both Laurent and Beast. When Gray started talking to Beast outside, taking away his attention, Laurent refused to wait any longer. Laurent might not be competent at using guns or fighting, but he would support Beast as best as he could on the difficult path his man needed to walk. Beast hadn’t expected Laurent’s presence, but he’d appreciate it nevertheless. The red neon above the entrance shed a colorful glow on his powerful figure, but his face, scarred as it was, softened with tenderness. A hot flash pierced Laurent and trailed all the way to his toes when Beast’s blue eyes met his. ![]()
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