FIC - First Knight (9/?)
Title: First Knight (9/?)
Author: wheelie47
Rating: NC17 (not for every chapter)
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 2,606
Warning: Violence. Torture
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Set in the fictional land of feudal Western Atlantia, King Damian has been overthrown and has fled the Kingdom of Oakdale. But his evil influence has spread across all eight Kingdoms. Lord Luke Snyder leads his army in an effort to bring peace and justice to a troubled time, aided in his quest by a certain dark-haired young Knight…
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Noah was the first to awaken. It took his sleep addled brain a moment or two to register that the weight he felt against his chest was Luke’s head and that the sleeping man’s breath was coming in a deep and steady rhythm, the warmth of the exhale ghosting pleasantly across his bare flesh.
Looking down, a smile played across Noah’s lips at the sight of Luke’s blonde tresses awry from sleep and a long arm splayed carelessly across Noah’s abdomen, fingers curling around his left hip. Beneath the surcoat that covered them both, Noah could feel Luke’s leg flung possessively across his.
He wanted to stay like this forever; just the two of them cut off from the reality of the world outside.
But, just as the shadows darkened and lengthened in their little cave, so did the shadows of other people’s pain and suffering lengthen in Noah’s heart. There were people out there who needed their aid and there were others, who were beyond their assistance, but whose deaths needed avenging.
Night was fast approaching and they had lingered here too long in their selfish desires already.
But still he could not resist reaching out and carding his fingers through the unruly blonde hair.
Noah’s fingers stilled when they accidently brushed against the wound on Luke’s scalp, making him flinch and stir uncomfortably in his sleep.
“Shhhh,” Noah murmured as he moved his hand to the nape of Luke’s neck, fingers gently massaging the skin. “Sorry.”
Despite his soothing tone, Noah felt Luke continue to stir, stretching his body out against his.
Soft, half-awake, eyes blinked open and stared up at him.
Luke watched him closely for several long moments before a hesitant and quizzical smile played across his lips and a hint of apprehension clouded those hazel orbs.
“What brooding thoughts are going on in that head of yours, Noah?”
Noah was taken aback. In the scheme of things, they had known each other only a very short time and yet Luke already seemed to be able to tell when there was something wrong… to know when black thoughts bothered him.
“Is it selfish of me to want to stay here with you?” he asked shyly, traces of guilt flecked in the clear blue, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down nervously.
Luke raised a hand and stroked brunette’s cheek gently. “No, not selfish or if it be selfish then I am guilty of the same.” He smiled tenderly.
Noah smiled back. He opened his mouth as if to speak and then appeared to think better of it.
“What is it?” Luke encouraged, his hand never leaving Noah’s face.
Noah thought long and hard, seeking the right words. Eventually he spoke as he reached up and took Luke’s hand in his, gently stroking the tips of his fingers. “When my father pledged the Mayer clan to follow the House of Snyder in this quest, I… I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would find you. That we would…” he gestured between the two of them, “… we would have this.”
He was about to say more but his words and his courage appeared to desert him.
Luke sat up and grimaced a little as the movement caused him some discomfort; they had not been gentle in their lovemaking.
Noah was instantly concerned. “Are you in pain? Do… do you have regrets?” They had never really spoken about their sexual wants and desires; each seemingly content to go with what felt right for them in the heat of the moment. He wanted to explore every possibility with Luke. But he was not certain he was ready to give up that last barrier to his most intimate of places in the way that Luke had.
He shuddered as an unbidden image of his father’s disapproving features invaded his mind’s eye. What would his father think of him now if he could see what they had done or if he could read his thoughts?
Luke shook his head and placed his hand gently on Noah’s bare torso. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin in front of the brunette’s ear. “I can still feel you, Noah. It is almost as if your fullness is still stretching me wide… making me whole,” he whispered seductively, instantly putting Noah at ease; a shiver of desire shooting to his groin.
His hand traced a path down Noah’s chest, a smirk playing with his lips as he encountered the residue of their coupling. “In fact the only thing I regret is not attending to our ablutions before we fell asleep!”
Noah smiled wide and chuckled. “Agreed!”
His torso muscles protested as he sat up and reached for one of the empty water pouches on Luke’s saddle.
Ignoring the discomfort, he started to attend to his disarrayed clothing. “Stay here. I will fetch the water.”
Noah paused in the act of lacing up his under-shirt when his stomach rumbled loudly in hunger. An embarrassed blush crept up his throat at the sound.
Luke could not help but chuckle. “It seems there is something else we need to take care of too!” He inched closer and brushed his lips against the reddened skin as he finished tying the laces for Noah. “You bring the water and I will see if I can find something to take care of that for you.” He winked mischievously.
“Hurry back!” Luke’s words hung in the air as Noah rolled his eyes and shook his head at the blonde’s teasing before turning and heading toward the fissure’s opening…
…
As Noah cautiously made his way down to the babbling brook, he marveled at its close proximity to their hiding place. He had been too exhausted to take note of their surroundings earlier when Luke had led him toward the cave. But now, in the growing gloom, he realized just how fortunate they had been. It seemed that fate was finally smiling down on them.
After kneeling to fill the pouch with cool clear water, Noah turned to head back.
He paused when he spotted the familiar fruit and foliage of blackberry and thimbleberry shrubs. At least some of his father’s survival teachings had sunk in.
These would make a tasty accompaniment to whatever Luke found.
Placing the water pouch on the ground, Noah gathered the hem of his under-shirt to collect the berries as he picked them.
When he had collected enough, he reached down to retrieve the water.
Before Noah had a chance to straighten, a coarse sack was thrust down over his head and his arms were pinned roughly to his sides, the berries and the pouch falling to the ground.
“We have you now!”
Noah cursed his inattentiveness.
He wanted to shout out and warn Luke to stay hidden. But he stopped himself at the last moment, knowing that his captors would realize that Luke was close by or that the blonde would try to come to his aid.
Instead he put his energies into struggling against his captor’s hold.
“Keep still!” the unseen man growled close to his ear before a blow to the back of Noah’s head stopped him struggling altogether…
…
When Noah finally came to, the cloth sack was still secured in place and he could see nothing of his surroundings. But he did not need his sight to know he was shackled by his arms and a rough stone wall was at his back.
The harsh metal bit into his wrists and it felt like his shoulders were being pulled from their sockets as the whole of his weight was supported by his arms.
Worse than that was the smell of other men’s fear that assaulted his nostrils. He sensed there were truly terrifying things in this place.
When Noah shifted position slightly to ease the burning pain in his arms and shoulders, the chains that held him rattled loudly in the silence.
“Who is there?” came a scared voice through the darkness.
“Luke?” Noah’s heart fell at the knowledge that Luke had been captured too.
“Noah? Is… is that you?” The voice was hesitant as if the man could hardly believe his ears.
“Yes, I am here,” Noah reassured quickly, his arms aching with the new sensation of wanting to reach out and hold Luke close.
The sound of chains twisting toward him told Noah that Luke was shackled too.
“Are you hurt?”
Noah began to shake his head and then realized that the other man must be hooded too.
“No. Are…” He was cut off when he heard a door creak open and the new odors of sweat and burning torches overpowered his sense of smell.
Suddenly the sack was yanked off Noah’s head and he found himself blinking in the flaming torch light, straight into the eyes of a guard mere inches from his face.
The man wore a leather hood with only slits for his eyes, which stared coldly out at Noah, and for his mouth, which was set in a hard, cruel line. His barrel of a chest was bare and the flickering light illuminated streaks of grime and sweat over the muscle. He stank of accumulated filth.
Noah held his breath and looked away from the guard, his eyes automatically seeking out Luke. His heart lurched into his mouth when he saw that the blonde was tethered exactly the same as he, his hooded head raised and turned to face him, trying to sense what was happening.
“Look at me!” the guard demanded, roughly grasping Noah’s face with one large hand, thumb and fingers gripping either side of his mouth as he yanked his head to face forward again before slamming it against the wall.
Noah could not help the groan that escaped his lips.
“Noah!” Luke called out in terror. “Leave him alone!” he demanded of the unseen guard.
The man smirked and lumbered over to Luke, shoving him hard against the wall before yanking the hood of him too.
“Do not worry. You will get your turn.” He loomed in threateningly and Luke’s nostrils flared at the abhorrent smell of the man whilst attempting to stare at him defiantly.
Unfazed, the guard held his position for long moments before finally moving off to stand in front of Noah once again.
The man reached up and released Noah’s bindings, watching mercilessly as he slid to the floor.
“Up!” the guard demanded but Noah’s leg muscles were weak from being suspended and were unable to support him.
The man grabbed Noah by the hair and half dragged him toward the door.
“Noah!” Luke screamed after him and could only watch in fear and helplessness as the door was slammed shut behind them and the cell was plunged into darkness when the torch disappeared from view.
The sounds were faint at first and Luke could barely make them out. But they continued to grow in volume and length, until, with a sickened heart, he was certain of what he heard.
Noah was screaming out in pain.
Nausea burned in his throat and tears stung his eyes. Luke pulled at his chains, ignoring the searing pain in his arms as he struggled to try and free himself to somehow get to Noah’s aid.
Not until his wrists were bleeding and every ounce of his strength was gone did he hang his head in defeat; beaten by the unbending metal.
Luke could now only send his thoughts through the thick walls, hoping to will Noah the strength to hold on to his precious life. Too many had been lost already, he could not countenance the loss of another… especially not Noah. He would rather die himself.
His head shot up when the wooden door was flung open.
The guard strode into the cell and used his own torch to light the one fixed to the wall.
With the added light, Luke could make out the confines of the small cell. There was no window and roughly hewn brick walls surrounded him on all four sides with only the one door with a small grille set into the top half.
As the guard stood by, another dragged Noah into the cell and tossed him onto the filthy straw that littered the floor before turning and leaving.
Noah groaned faintly and curled in on himself, weakly attempting to ward off any further blows.
Luke’s eyes were fixed on Noah, wishing nothing more than to hold the tortured man close and protect him.
He began to struggle against his shackles again. “Let me down!” he hissed at the guard, his eyes never leaving Noah’s body.
The man moved to stand in front of Luke and reached up to his bindings.
Instead of releasing him, he leaned closer, stuck out his tongue and licked up the side of Luke’s face. Repulsed and terrified, Luke tried to pull away from him. But the man held him firmly in place, laughing manically.
“Like that?” the guard asked with a sneer.
Every fiber of Luke’s being wanted to close his eyes and shut out the horror, fearful of what was to happen next.
But the guard simply pulled back and released his bindings.
Luke slid helplessly to the floor. The guard grasped a handful of his hair as he had done with Noah and Luke feared that it was his turn to be led out of the cell. Though terrified, a part of him was relieved; if it was him in the torturer’s chamber then Noah would be left alone… at least for a while.
Instead of being led away, the guard yanked Luke’s hair to turn his face toward him.
“You disgust me!” he growled as he looked between the two of them before spitting in Luke’s face. He used the heel of his boot to push Luke forcibly into the straw before striding out of the cell.
That man knew about them… about him and Noah! But how?
Shaking uncontrollably but nevertheless determined, Luke practically crawled through the straw to reach Noah.
With his back resting against the wall, he gently eased Noah to him so the Knight’s head was cradled in his lap.
Noah flinched, suspecting another blow to be struck.
Luke gently brushed the brunette’s hair back from his forehead, twisting the curls in his fingers. “Easy. Rest easy, Noah. It is me,” he breathed out soothingly as he tried to hold back the tears when he surveyed what they had done to Noah.
With his shirt torn open, Luke could see that the discolored bruising across Noah’s beautiful skin was now punctuated by circular burn marks. They had branded him like some kind of animal! They had also struck several blows to his head; one eye was swollen shut and a trickle of blood dripped down his face from a split across the bridge of his nose.
Luke’s fist curled in ineffectual rage.
That should have been him lying there. Noah was hurting because of him.
“I am sorry, Noah. So sorry.”
Noah’s fingers curled around Luke’s knee and he shifted slightly to look up at Luke through one eye; the blue clouded with pain.
“Luke,” he croaked out. “Not your fault. You… you did not do this.”
“Noah, I…” Luke began, his voice cracking with the depth of emotion he felt for this wonderful, selfless man.
But his words were interrupted by the sound of a voice from beyond the door.
“My…my, how touching.”
Luke’s head snapped up at the words and he found himself looking through the door grille straight into the cold blue eyes and angular features of Damian Grimaldi…
Chapter 10
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Author: wheelie47
Rating: NC17 (not for every chapter)
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 2,606
Warning: Violence. Torture
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Set in the fictional land of feudal Western Atlantia, King Damian has been overthrown and has fled the Kingdom of Oakdale. But his evil influence has spread across all eight Kingdoms. Lord Luke Snyder leads his army in an effort to bring peace and justice to a troubled time, aided in his quest by a certain dark-haired young Knight…
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Noah was the first to awaken. It took his sleep addled brain a moment or two to register that the weight he felt against his chest was Luke’s head and that the sleeping man’s breath was coming in a deep and steady rhythm, the warmth of the exhale ghosting pleasantly across his bare flesh.
Looking down, a smile played across Noah’s lips at the sight of Luke’s blonde tresses awry from sleep and a long arm splayed carelessly across Noah’s abdomen, fingers curling around his left hip. Beneath the surcoat that covered them both, Noah could feel Luke’s leg flung possessively across his.
He wanted to stay like this forever; just the two of them cut off from the reality of the world outside.
But, just as the shadows darkened and lengthened in their little cave, so did the shadows of other people’s pain and suffering lengthen in Noah’s heart. There were people out there who needed their aid and there were others, who were beyond their assistance, but whose deaths needed avenging.
Night was fast approaching and they had lingered here too long in their selfish desires already.
But still he could not resist reaching out and carding his fingers through the unruly blonde hair.
Noah’s fingers stilled when they accidently brushed against the wound on Luke’s scalp, making him flinch and stir uncomfortably in his sleep.
“Shhhh,” Noah murmured as he moved his hand to the nape of Luke’s neck, fingers gently massaging the skin. “Sorry.”
Despite his soothing tone, Noah felt Luke continue to stir, stretching his body out against his.
Soft, half-awake, eyes blinked open and stared up at him.
Luke watched him closely for several long moments before a hesitant and quizzical smile played across his lips and a hint of apprehension clouded those hazel orbs.
“What brooding thoughts are going on in that head of yours, Noah?”
Noah was taken aback. In the scheme of things, they had known each other only a very short time and yet Luke already seemed to be able to tell when there was something wrong… to know when black thoughts bothered him.
“Is it selfish of me to want to stay here with you?” he asked shyly, traces of guilt flecked in the clear blue, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down nervously.
Luke raised a hand and stroked brunette’s cheek gently. “No, not selfish or if it be selfish then I am guilty of the same.” He smiled tenderly.
Noah smiled back. He opened his mouth as if to speak and then appeared to think better of it.
“What is it?” Luke encouraged, his hand never leaving Noah’s face.
Noah thought long and hard, seeking the right words. Eventually he spoke as he reached up and took Luke’s hand in his, gently stroking the tips of his fingers. “When my father pledged the Mayer clan to follow the House of Snyder in this quest, I… I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would find you. That we would…” he gestured between the two of them, “… we would have this.”
He was about to say more but his words and his courage appeared to desert him.
Luke sat up and grimaced a little as the movement caused him some discomfort; they had not been gentle in their lovemaking.
Noah was instantly concerned. “Are you in pain? Do… do you have regrets?” They had never really spoken about their sexual wants and desires; each seemingly content to go with what felt right for them in the heat of the moment. He wanted to explore every possibility with Luke. But he was not certain he was ready to give up that last barrier to his most intimate of places in the way that Luke had.
He shuddered as an unbidden image of his father’s disapproving features invaded his mind’s eye. What would his father think of him now if he could see what they had done or if he could read his thoughts?
Luke shook his head and placed his hand gently on Noah’s bare torso. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin in front of the brunette’s ear. “I can still feel you, Noah. It is almost as if your fullness is still stretching me wide… making me whole,” he whispered seductively, instantly putting Noah at ease; a shiver of desire shooting to his groin.
His hand traced a path down Noah’s chest, a smirk playing with his lips as he encountered the residue of their coupling. “In fact the only thing I regret is not attending to our ablutions before we fell asleep!”
Noah smiled wide and chuckled. “Agreed!”
His torso muscles protested as he sat up and reached for one of the empty water pouches on Luke’s saddle.
Ignoring the discomfort, he started to attend to his disarrayed clothing. “Stay here. I will fetch the water.”
Noah paused in the act of lacing up his under-shirt when his stomach rumbled loudly in hunger. An embarrassed blush crept up his throat at the sound.
Luke could not help but chuckle. “It seems there is something else we need to take care of too!” He inched closer and brushed his lips against the reddened skin as he finished tying the laces for Noah. “You bring the water and I will see if I can find something to take care of that for you.” He winked mischievously.
“Hurry back!” Luke’s words hung in the air as Noah rolled his eyes and shook his head at the blonde’s teasing before turning and heading toward the fissure’s opening…
…
As Noah cautiously made his way down to the babbling brook, he marveled at its close proximity to their hiding place. He had been too exhausted to take note of their surroundings earlier when Luke had led him toward the cave. But now, in the growing gloom, he realized just how fortunate they had been. It seemed that fate was finally smiling down on them.
After kneeling to fill the pouch with cool clear water, Noah turned to head back.
He paused when he spotted the familiar fruit and foliage of blackberry and thimbleberry shrubs. At least some of his father’s survival teachings had sunk in.
These would make a tasty accompaniment to whatever Luke found.
Placing the water pouch on the ground, Noah gathered the hem of his under-shirt to collect the berries as he picked them.
When he had collected enough, he reached down to retrieve the water.
Before Noah had a chance to straighten, a coarse sack was thrust down over his head and his arms were pinned roughly to his sides, the berries and the pouch falling to the ground.
“We have you now!”
Noah cursed his inattentiveness.
He wanted to shout out and warn Luke to stay hidden. But he stopped himself at the last moment, knowing that his captors would realize that Luke was close by or that the blonde would try to come to his aid.
Instead he put his energies into struggling against his captor’s hold.
“Keep still!” the unseen man growled close to his ear before a blow to the back of Noah’s head stopped him struggling altogether…
…
When Noah finally came to, the cloth sack was still secured in place and he could see nothing of his surroundings. But he did not need his sight to know he was shackled by his arms and a rough stone wall was at his back.
The harsh metal bit into his wrists and it felt like his shoulders were being pulled from their sockets as the whole of his weight was supported by his arms.
Worse than that was the smell of other men’s fear that assaulted his nostrils. He sensed there were truly terrifying things in this place.
When Noah shifted position slightly to ease the burning pain in his arms and shoulders, the chains that held him rattled loudly in the silence.
“Who is there?” came a scared voice through the darkness.
“Luke?” Noah’s heart fell at the knowledge that Luke had been captured too.
“Noah? Is… is that you?” The voice was hesitant as if the man could hardly believe his ears.
“Yes, I am here,” Noah reassured quickly, his arms aching with the new sensation of wanting to reach out and hold Luke close.
The sound of chains twisting toward him told Noah that Luke was shackled too.
“Are you hurt?”
Noah began to shake his head and then realized that the other man must be hooded too.
“No. Are…” He was cut off when he heard a door creak open and the new odors of sweat and burning torches overpowered his sense of smell.
Suddenly the sack was yanked off Noah’s head and he found himself blinking in the flaming torch light, straight into the eyes of a guard mere inches from his face.
The man wore a leather hood with only slits for his eyes, which stared coldly out at Noah, and for his mouth, which was set in a hard, cruel line. His barrel of a chest was bare and the flickering light illuminated streaks of grime and sweat over the muscle. He stank of accumulated filth.
Noah held his breath and looked away from the guard, his eyes automatically seeking out Luke. His heart lurched into his mouth when he saw that the blonde was tethered exactly the same as he, his hooded head raised and turned to face him, trying to sense what was happening.
“Look at me!” the guard demanded, roughly grasping Noah’s face with one large hand, thumb and fingers gripping either side of his mouth as he yanked his head to face forward again before slamming it against the wall.
Noah could not help the groan that escaped his lips.
“Noah!” Luke called out in terror. “Leave him alone!” he demanded of the unseen guard.
The man smirked and lumbered over to Luke, shoving him hard against the wall before yanking the hood of him too.
“Do not worry. You will get your turn.” He loomed in threateningly and Luke’s nostrils flared at the abhorrent smell of the man whilst attempting to stare at him defiantly.
Unfazed, the guard held his position for long moments before finally moving off to stand in front of Noah once again.
The man reached up and released Noah’s bindings, watching mercilessly as he slid to the floor.
“Up!” the guard demanded but Noah’s leg muscles were weak from being suspended and were unable to support him.
The man grabbed Noah by the hair and half dragged him toward the door.
“Noah!” Luke screamed after him and could only watch in fear and helplessness as the door was slammed shut behind them and the cell was plunged into darkness when the torch disappeared from view.
The sounds were faint at first and Luke could barely make them out. But they continued to grow in volume and length, until, with a sickened heart, he was certain of what he heard.
Noah was screaming out in pain.
Nausea burned in his throat and tears stung his eyes. Luke pulled at his chains, ignoring the searing pain in his arms as he struggled to try and free himself to somehow get to Noah’s aid.
Not until his wrists were bleeding and every ounce of his strength was gone did he hang his head in defeat; beaten by the unbending metal.
Luke could now only send his thoughts through the thick walls, hoping to will Noah the strength to hold on to his precious life. Too many had been lost already, he could not countenance the loss of another… especially not Noah. He would rather die himself.
His head shot up when the wooden door was flung open.
The guard strode into the cell and used his own torch to light the one fixed to the wall.
With the added light, Luke could make out the confines of the small cell. There was no window and roughly hewn brick walls surrounded him on all four sides with only the one door with a small grille set into the top half.
As the guard stood by, another dragged Noah into the cell and tossed him onto the filthy straw that littered the floor before turning and leaving.
Noah groaned faintly and curled in on himself, weakly attempting to ward off any further blows.
Luke’s eyes were fixed on Noah, wishing nothing more than to hold the tortured man close and protect him.
He began to struggle against his shackles again. “Let me down!” he hissed at the guard, his eyes never leaving Noah’s body.
The man moved to stand in front of Luke and reached up to his bindings.
Instead of releasing him, he leaned closer, stuck out his tongue and licked up the side of Luke’s face. Repulsed and terrified, Luke tried to pull away from him. But the man held him firmly in place, laughing manically.
“Like that?” the guard asked with a sneer.
Every fiber of Luke’s being wanted to close his eyes and shut out the horror, fearful of what was to happen next.
But the guard simply pulled back and released his bindings.
Luke slid helplessly to the floor. The guard grasped a handful of his hair as he had done with Noah and Luke feared that it was his turn to be led out of the cell. Though terrified, a part of him was relieved; if it was him in the torturer’s chamber then Noah would be left alone… at least for a while.
Instead of being led away, the guard yanked Luke’s hair to turn his face toward him.
“You disgust me!” he growled as he looked between the two of them before spitting in Luke’s face. He used the heel of his boot to push Luke forcibly into the straw before striding out of the cell.
That man knew about them… about him and Noah! But how?
Shaking uncontrollably but nevertheless determined, Luke practically crawled through the straw to reach Noah.
With his back resting against the wall, he gently eased Noah to him so the Knight’s head was cradled in his lap.
Noah flinched, suspecting another blow to be struck.
Luke gently brushed the brunette’s hair back from his forehead, twisting the curls in his fingers. “Easy. Rest easy, Noah. It is me,” he breathed out soothingly as he tried to hold back the tears when he surveyed what they had done to Noah.
With his shirt torn open, Luke could see that the discolored bruising across Noah’s beautiful skin was now punctuated by circular burn marks. They had branded him like some kind of animal! They had also struck several blows to his head; one eye was swollen shut and a trickle of blood dripped down his face from a split across the bridge of his nose.
Luke’s fist curled in ineffectual rage.
That should have been him lying there. Noah was hurting because of him.
“I am sorry, Noah. So sorry.”
Noah’s fingers curled around Luke’s knee and he shifted slightly to look up at Luke through one eye; the blue clouded with pain.
“Luke,” he croaked out. “Not your fault. You… you did not do this.”
“Noah, I…” Luke began, his voice cracking with the depth of emotion he felt for this wonderful, selfless man.
But his words were interrupted by the sound of a voice from beyond the door.
“My…my, how touching.”
Luke’s head snapped up at the words and he found himself looking through the door grille straight into the cold blue eyes and angular features of Damian Grimaldi…
Chapter 10
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