Chapter Thirty-Three
Proserpina“It should be me, if it’s f*****g anyone,” St. Sebastian says as Rebecca, Delphine, and I reach the chapel entrance. “I’m the one named after a martyr after all.”
Auden and Becket turn back to each other as if Saint hasn’t spoken. “You know it’s supposed to me,” Auden says. The heavy torc glints around his neck, and sweat sheens along the lines and curves of his naked torso. He is breathing hard. “The king, Becket. The king walks to the door. The lord of the manor, the wild god. The Guest walks to the door.”
“It’s going to be me,” Becket says calmly. “I’ve decided long ago.”
“No one is deciding!” St. Sebastian bursts out. “If it’s just us deciding, then I decide it’s me. There, now how does that feel?”
Auden turns to him, a gentle pity warming
