Chapter 4
Vincent and Clay waited together as clouds stole by over them in the night sky.
“Do you really want to have my death on your conscience?” taunted Bluekin.
“Are you going to leave and never come back?” asked Clay.
“I have every right to be here.”
Clay shook his head, a subtle movement, but one that pointed to his frustration.
“I’ll let you go if you vow never to return. I don’t want to have to walk about worrying if you’re going to jump out at me.”
Bluekin snickered.
“Laugh if you want, but I’m not letting you go unless you can promise me that one thing. It’s as simple as that.”
“But we’ve only just met,” said Bluekin. “We hardly know each other. Give it time and you’ll grow to love me. Maybe”—he looked from Clay to Vincent, then back at Clay—”we could get a three-way
