“Westley?”
Nicolaj Zinca jumped at the unexpected reaction of his partner, his hand slipping from Westley’s shoulder as he spun around. A split second later, however, he grabbed Westley by the wrist, spurred into action by the worrisome groan of the floor. Another piece gave ‘way, driving home the instability of the structure at this point. Nicolaj tugged Westley to him, catching his beloved and looping an arm around Westley’s waist. When he’d come up the stairs looking for his boyfriend, having been calling his name a good four or five minutes, he was bothered by the sight before him. And then, just now, the look in Westley’s eyes, it was enough to confirm that something was afoot.
A lost soul unable to flee the place of its demise had reached out.
And Nicolaj got the feeling it wasn’t
