Chapter 2Eyes opening, emerald flashing with panic, he attempted to bolt upright only to fall right back against the chair again. He groaned. Rested his head in his hand.
Laurent no longer thought this boy needed a place to put himself back together after a good time. He now wondered if he’d gotten away from a beating. Maybe he’d crawled here from some street brawl. A robbery, perhaps. They may have stripped him of all his belongings, clothes included. Odd if that were the case, though. His sheer size and girth suggested he’d put up quite a decent fight in a scrap. He was at least a head taller than Laurent and made of pure, brilliantly proportioned muscle. Possibly a farmer or other laborer. Laurent’s own body had sleek and lean muscles, but these put them to shame.
To make matters wors
