Valmont had had no idea that Le Coeur had a hospital of sorts. He stood outside the room to which Darelle and her guardians had brought Philippe as soon as they’d reached the place. He sat on the bench, watching Serge pace.
Love for the vampire who’d stayed loyal to him for over six hundred years in the face of every opposition, overwhelmed him. It was probably this passion—Serge’s absolute burning devotion—that had made Philippe fall for Serge so hard, so fast. Well, that and the fact that Serge was devastatingly sexy.
Valmont couldn’t blame Philippe for that and, in spite of any jealousy he felt, could raise no objection to Serge’s having such a devoted lover. “Serge,” he said softly, wanting to comfort his dear friend. He patted the space on the bench beside him.
Serge stopped in his
