“William,” The kiss that touched his lips was bloodied. “Do not doubt me.”
“But she...”
One hand at the base of Spike’s back, the Graf’s other hand rose to cup the opposite side of Spike’s jaw with mock-gentleness. “Trust me, William,” he murmured, the velvet softness masking steel.
Blue eyes, wide and filled with a dozen emotions, stared at him. “I do.”
His hand suddenly tangling in Spike’s hair, pulling his head back, von Krolock gazed at him. “Do not lie to me, William,” he said softly. “I understand your feelings and your fears. I can taste them.”
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“William,” The kiss that touched his lips was bloodied. “Do not doubt me.”
“But she...”
One hand at the base of Spike’s back, the Graf’s other hand rose to cup the opposite side of Spike’s jaw with mock-gentleness. “Trust me, William,” he murmured, the velvet softness masking steel.
Blue eyes, wide and filled with a dozen emotions, stared at him. “I do.”
His hand suddenly tangling in Spike’s hair, pulling his head back, von Krolock gazed at him. “Do not lie to me, William,” he said softly. “I understand your feelings and your fears. I can taste them.”
Shuddering, panting, Spike nodded tightly. “Yes, sir.”