Drawing in a deep breath, Throg began to relax, and once he could speak again, Throg cupped his Viata’s cheeks, and looked him in the eyes. “Promise me, Salvator. Promise me that if things go to s**t, you’ll get the f**k out of there, and keep you and our chickpea safe.”
Spencer leaned into Throg’s caress, whispering, “I promise, my warrior, and you have to promise you’ll come back to me alive.”
Throg knew he couldn’t make that promise. His duty was to protect the ancients and their families. This meant that his job would be to get Hron out of there if things went bad. However, he could promise his Viata one thing. “I promise to do all I can to come home to you, Spencer.
You are my Salvator and I love you. I will do all I can to return to you and our chickpea.”
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