The kiss was heavy, intense, and filled with a desperate, crushing strength that tasted faintly of salt and spirituality.
"Alaric," Julian called as his lips brushed against Alaric's, but through the haze of his tears, he saw a faint shadow just next to Alaric's face. Another Alaric but with black hair—Theo.
This created a light pulse in his heart, one he suspected resonated to the god of light who was sharing a space in his subconscious.
"Do not apologize," Alaric growled softly against his lips, his jaw setting into that stubborn, lethal line. "For what it's worth, you did your best." He whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "Now, tell me the rest. What happened next?"
Julian pulled back just a fraction, his voice dropping into a quiet whisper as he delivered the final truth.
