He came out from amid the homes of the upper class into a small park and halted. Two figures were pressed together near a bench on the far side, and he instantly recognized the unmistakable white-winged form of Kelwyn, so it wasn’t hard to guess who the taller one was.
With an audible growl he drew his sword and advanced on the pair. He would cut Lucretious through the heart and burn him to ash this time.
Lucretious broke from the kiss as Harun approached, but didn’t step away from Kelwyn. Harun halted a few feet away. He couldn’t just lunge in and attack, he might hurt Kelwyn too. Stymied, he glared at Lucretious. “Let Kelwyn go,” he snarled.
Lucretious snarled back, showing his fangs. “He is Maltheus! I will never let him go, he is mine!”
“He doesn’t belong to anyone, least of all yo
