Ian
He looks so damn vulnerable and hopeful when I tell him we are ready to leave to his room. Together. I have no idea what is really wrong with Victor Valentine right now, or ever. I don’t have the slightest idea what it it is that makes him tick but suddenly I am a sucker to understand everything I can before I say goodbye forever.
So, contrary to all the intentions and decisions I had coming here tonight, I stretch my hand out and wait for him to take it. And when he does, because he actually really really likes listening to what I tell him, there it is that spark of electricity that runs through my fingers and up my arm. It reaches directly into my heart and I almost feel drunk on it, my head getting dizzy on the feeling.
“Get my bag,” I instruct without even thinking and there it
