![]() ![]() Had it all been a cruel dream? Finally, to have someone to ease his loneliness, warm the chill of despair that sometimes seeped so far in his bones he felt as if his life were some frozen masquerade, playing out for Morgan’s entertainment? It could be argued that Kay’s life-all their lives-weren’t their own, but Kay made that choice every day. He had made that abundantly clear, even if Kay didn’t understand it. They all knew that, and especially in Charles’s case, his life wasn’t his own. ![]() He just didn’t understand how it was possible. The constant ache in his gut, the feeling of despair, the feeling that part of you was missing. He knew-absolutely knew-Charles was his Tresor. He would never have run out of the room if he had known Charles was going to leave without him. It had been six months and seemed at least as many lifetimes since he had seen Charles. He knew what Lance was asking, and he didn’t attempt to hide his confusion or his desolation. Kay shook his head as Lance sat down next to him in the office while he was watching Gawain’s fingers fly over the keyboard. ![]() Now edited! Chapter One “Nothing?” Kay shook his head as Lance sat down next to him in the office while he was watching Gawain’s fingers fly over the keyboard. ![]()
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