Captive Prince: Volume Two

Laurent was well made and capable, and Damen was a man, as other men. Half the soldiers in this camp wanted Laurent under them. The body’s reaction could be discounted, as it had been, determinedly, at the inn. Any man would have been roused by Laurent playing pet in his lap. Even knowing what was under the earring.

‘Leave that. Attend me,’ Laurent said.

‘These are healing salves. It should be done every night. It will help the scarring to fade a little, in time.’

‘I wasn’t sure you’d come back.’

‘I came back,’

He wanted to make a barrier that protected Laurent from anyone who would intrude on him.

Laurent didn’t need to be protected from anything.

‘He lives. The King’s son lives. Damianos.’

an Akielon commander kneeling on the rough trampled stones of a Veretian fort.

Had they always been like this? So stripped of everything but the utilitarian? So hungry for war?

Damen and Damianos. And Jord was right. There had only ever been one of him.