Water Waltz by Hayley B. James

Author:Hayley B. James [James, Hayley B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

FREMONT arrived at three with a wide-eyed Eric in tow. His physical appearance of short, slim, and weak wouldn’t appeal to Sweet Sally’s patrons, so a waiter position had probably been ideal to both parties. Triste recognized the blond human from the many trips to the brothel. He had been there at least a month, but he had never spoken as far as Triste knew. He tried to remember if Elden had mentioned a timeframe but couldn’t think of one.

Varun directed Eric down the hall. He carried himself like a skittish kitten expecting to die soon. His meek physical attributes matched the worried expression perfectly. It made Triste wonder just how much the human spirit could suffer before it broke completely. Would Elden look that way soon? How much had Eric been through before being rescued and placed in Sweet Sally’s under Fremont’s care?

Elden was waiting when the door opened. He took a step forward, saying Eric’s name. The single word transformed Eric into another person. He pushed away from Varun, rushing into the room. They collided, arms wrapping around each other before the momentum had forced Elden’s feet back two steps.

“I’m sorry.” Elden immediately spoke in a whisper. “It’s my fault.”

“Shut up.” Eric pulled Elden closer. He stood on his toes to press his face against Elden’s neck. “Just be here.”

Elden turned his head, placing a kiss against Eric’s hair. “I love you, baby.” He dipped his head lower and found Eric’s mouth. The gentle, chaste kissed released an onslaught of many quick kisses paired with private murmured words.

The scene would have proved to be heartwarming if Triste’s heart could have been moved.

Eventually, Eric and Elden parted and faced Varun together, arms holding the other protectively. Varun had waited patiently in the doorway observing the two. He now looked over his shoulder.

“Triste, take your leave for the evening,” he directed.

Triste wished to refuse but knew better. “Yes, sir.”

Fremont had waited in the hallway. “Maybe you and Amer could go dancing,” he suggested. “I bet he’s amusing, and you need happiness in your life, Triste. Forget about Zephyr.”

“I’ll return at midnight, Varun.” Triste ignored Fremont and retreated to change out of his servant’s suit.

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