Chapter 24

When night fell and Antoine woke up, Edgar had already left his place beside him. Antoine sighed as he extricated himself from among the roof beams. He had dreamt of Pierre and the exquisite feeling inside him—how exquisite it had been as he fucked him. Antoine missed Pierre so much that it almost felt like they were destined to be together, and this was a cruel fate that they were separated. When he became aware of his sentimentality of thought, he scoffed at that. Pierre was a mortal. Antoine just missed his delicious taste.

He wandered the halls of the luxurious penthouse, peeking in doorways to find Edgar. He had no luck, so he closed his eyes, summoned his creator bond with his progeny, and concluded that Edgar had gone hunting. He opened the nearest window and stepped out onto the roof. He followed the trail of Edgar’s consciousness to find him at a gin palace down the road, flirting with a few incredibly drunk ladies.