“Can you do me a favour?” Gideon asked, once more trying to battle the clog in his throat. “If we return to Tenebris, and we’re not together, can you come find me?” Aleron squeezed his hand – and his arse – comfortingly. “Of course, Gideon. I will always come for you.” A small smile twitched his lips, only to fall. “If I’ve forgotten you, can you make me fall in love with you again? No matter what it takes? I don’t want to have a future without you, no matter where it is.”
