In the darkness of the night, in a small room of Merydd Keep, the youngest son of the castle’s lord awoke with a start.
“Evan?” John sat up in his bed, sleepily scanning the darkened room for any sign of his love. “Evan, is that you?”
No answer came, and he laid down once more, willing himself to drift back into the sweet dream of Evan’s lips on his. Then he felt them and smiled. He opened his mouth, but not his eyes, taking his love’s tongue in and stroking it with his own. Then his smile faded, only to be replaced with a sudden awareness: this was not Evan.
He opened his eyes at the realization and backed away from the figure above him. The man’s eyes were beautiful, not haunting like Evan’s, but intense nonetheless. He swallowed hard as the man leaned down and smiled. Two razor sharp
