Either willingly or… less than. I didn’t want to be a nosy little creeper, so I didn’t listen. However, I can say it sounded…well-received.
It seems quite fitting that it’s the same lad who was imprisoned in Alabaster Pen as well. He did seem to be rife withhostile clarity when we spoke about The Ivory in the East.So I suppose, one cell to the next, then.
Though I must admit, this is far nicer than any cell I’ve ever seen. Yes, it’s dark, and I can’t see much detail, but still. It smells nice. There’s a bed, furniture…
There’s a bloody en suite, for Christ’s sake.
“This is the Four Seasons compared to even the comfiest room in the Pen, yea?” I ask, sort of speaking to myself more than anything as I wander around the flat, touching things.
“Who are you?” The lad asks, warily standing at a safe distance.
I get it. He’s been a prisoner for so long.The poor thing is like a shelter animal.
“Why do you have the key…?”
“Right, my apologies.” I face him. As my eyes adjust to take in the stunning form before me, I have nothing but curiosity. “My name is Trevel Fenwick, love. What’s yours?”
“Angel,” he says. “Angel Alvarez.
My heart comes to a full stop, all the airwhooshingout of my lungs.
Alvarez…
As in…
“It’s you,” I whisper in fascination.
My head is spinning.
This must be the person The Ivory had thought I’d killed…
“Yea, you were speaking to me through that cell door,” he murmurs. “In the East Wing, right?”
He’s obviously unaware of what I’m thinking. I take it The Ivory didn’t tell him those details…
“Correct.” I offer a kind smile.
“You’re dating Byron,” he says innocently.
But my smile is now gone. It dies in an instant, and I’m bleeding from the jagged crack running down the middle of my heart.
Fuck, that hurts…
“Um, no,” I choke, clearing my throat. “Not anymore. You see this?”
I step closer, pointing out the split in my lip, the dried blood, and the swelling around my eye.
Angel makes a face, expressing empathy and kindness.I like him already.“Eesh… What happened?”
“Byron did that to me.” I absentmindedly rub the soreness in my jaw. “He’s got a hell of a right hook. Remember that in case you ever decide to fuck him over…”
I sniff, fighting the pressure building behind my eyes. I’d been hoping to ignore what just happened for as long as possible.
Clearly, it’ll take more than twenty minutes to forget the worst moment of my life…
And that’s coming fromme, the walking curse. My life has been nothing but tragedy.
Now the first thing that had given my shadowed existence any light in so long has been snuffed out. And I have only myself to blame, as per usual.
