“It’s very refined to enjoy a slice of Battenberg cake,” Kael said, before eating the dainty slice in one bite.
Angel ate three slices in a row while he poured them more wine.
The entire time they had been on the cliff Kael was surreptitiously watching the path that ran along the cliff’s edge. The mark was a creature of habit and was known to walk the Coast Path with his dog twice a day. Morning and after lunch. People found comfort and security in repetition, even when the repetition no longer served them. Even Kael, who prided himself on being unpredictable, had to watch himself these days. He had fallen into the comfort of a relatively predictable life with Angel. He glanced at his lovely boy, who was gazing out at the sea, which shimmered with the noonday sunlight, making the waves a
