This takes place several years after Daggers from Sk’lher. Despite this not being a warm and fuzzy, I intend to cannibalize these scenes into the other POV and use them to start out future stories complete with HEA. Warnings: This is not a love story. This does not end HEA or HFN. There is somewhat explicit intimacy contained in this story.
Rain pelted the window, as if it wanted to break through the glass to drench Leo and clear the way for lightening to smite him. And didn’t he deserve it, Leo thought as he clenched the heavy curtain. He kept watch for a familiar deep green cloak, but he couldn’t see anything beyond indistinct blurs of watery-gray color.
Behind him a servant arranged tea and refreshments like it was just another visit from Avery. Leo felt like a cur. The worst of men. Not even a man. Real men kept their word no matter what. Was that not what his father had impressed upon him all the years of his childhood? And today, at his father’s insistence, he would break his most important vow. Was he a man for doing his family’s bidding? Or was he not for breaking his word? He leaned his forehead on the chilled glass and gave a shuddering sigh. He was a good son and a bad man.
Condensation from the window beaded on his skin and trickled down his face. A slow moving dark blur on the drive approached the house. From his vantage point, the blur was small, like a slow spider creeping ever closer. Maybe a sound would startle it away, and then Leo could put off this task one more day.
Slow down, he willed the blur. Turn around. But it kept moving. Go home. The blur disappeared under the entry way.