Chapter Twenty-One
“As the world ended, all we could do was watch,” Alex said, leaning back on his arms. He sat far from the walls of Dracon in a camp of their own making. None of them wanted to sleep amongst the ghosts of that fallen kingdom for one single night.
“Um.” Edmund shot him a strange look from where he rested against a sleeping Matteo. “The world didn’t end, dumbass.”
“It sort of did. At least the world we knew.” Alex had never seen Edmund openly affectionate with another man. He’d always known Edmund’s preferences but through the lens of his friend’s feelings toward him.
The odd thing was that it didn’t feel odd to him. When his father lived, Edmund would have been imprisoned and perhaps even executed for it in Gaule, but as he’d said, that world no longer existed and his
