The Angel in Leather Who Laid Down Beside My Screaming Son!

the same position. I did not tell him to do that. I could not have planned it if I tried. It was instinctive, as though his body had finally found something it could understand in the middle of the chaos.

Then the man began to hum.

It was low and steady, more vibration than song.

Marcus, still shaky and raw, began to match the rhythm in his own way. He continue reading …