Chapter 8Now that the time had come, Harvey wasn’t sure this was the best idea. As they walked to the bar, he wasn’t sure whose anger he was more concerned about. His lover’s or his brother’s.
Tremors born of anxiety rippled through Harvey’s body, but Castille kept tight hold of his hand, so there was no way he could run to try and avoid the inevitable confrontation. Instead, Harvey focused on his brother’s back. Hugo had said he’d be the one to pass the message to Trog, but Harvey still worried Castille would do something.
When they entered, the hubbub of talk stopped. Faith was human, which was rare enough, but there had never been two pucas in the bar. Then the same tall, gaunt man that Harvey had previously seen at the end of the bar glided across the floor toward them.
“I’m Shamir.
