Philippe tried to ignore the heavy feeling that weighed on his heart. He had more important concerns than the fact that he’d fallen madly in love…really in love for the first time in his existence. He’d played characters in love on the stage, but had never felt himself what they’d felt. Now he did. He didn’t care about anything else, not even being on the stage. He wanted only to be with Serge, to look at him, touch him, kiss him…and well…everything else.
Not that there was a chance in hell of having a relationship with Serge. Serge was in love with someone else. Not only that, but they were also in danger, and Serge’s safety took precedence over everything else.
The impending threat from the Soldiers was palpable as he surveyed Valmont’s lands from the highest rampart of the château. Lo
