Chapter 2The first time they slept this way, Steel had used a cold winter’s night to justify it. He couldn’t even remember exactly what had possessed him to wrap himself around the boy and hold him tight. Maybe it had been the cold. Maybe he’d been driven by a much darker urge—that urge was there now, but had it always been? Steel simply couldn’t remember. Riley had always been a vexation for Steel, his downy face more like a pretty girl’s than a man’s, but his body had always been hard and lean with absolutely no gentle curves to follow with his hand.
The boy hadn’t changed much, except for the fact that he wasn’t a boy anymore. The ten years since Steel rode for blood had obviously been hard on him, but he’d survived them. His face was no longer as pretty as a girl’s, but he was still t
