Chapter 17Arlo pressed himself against the wall in Gilbert’s living room. As soon as Gilbert had entered the room a dark presence had made itself known in his head. It wasn’t pushing, not like Ellis who was a flickering flame of pain this afternoon.
“Oh, we’re having a dinner party?” Gilbert glared at Nash, and Nash flashed sharp teeth in response. Ellis sat on the sofa rubbing his temples.
“So I take it you f****d him since you’re almost civilized.”
Heat climbed Arlo’s face, and he wished the floor would open underneath his feet. Nash snarled in Gilbert’s face, when he’d moved there Arlo didn’t know.
“You’ll shut the f**k up, Gil, or I’ll f*****g kill you.”
“Touchy, how charming. Normally you have no problem dishing the details of your latest fuck.”
Pain sliced through Arlo’s heart,
