Will Thorn was stood amongst them, the great bear of a man talking with men and directing them with efficiency. He clapped a hand on the back of one man who shook his head in dismay. Thorn said something to him with a smile and the man picked up a shovel and added to the effort of clearing away the mess. Then another man walked into view.
Elis stopped. Just stopped. Unable to breathe or move or do much of anything as he stared upon Latham for the first time in months.
He was beautiful. There was no other word for it. A shining light in this grubby hole he was trying to scrub up. And Elis just couldn’t…do anything. He was frozen. It was his dream come to life, but this time what he wanted was far out of his reach. Latham was so remote he may as well be a jewel Elis could never afford, onl
