Gaian was probably waiting for him inside—his sweet Enki, his intense, passionate love, who would fell mountains for Zenos’s sake.
What Zenos loved most about Gaian, however, was his kindness toward others, especially those persecuted, when no one else had the heart to care.
Gaian loved Zenos. A human loved a darkling. And disaster hadn’t resulted from their union yet.
“Halt!” Zenos heard before he dodged the zip of an arrow, then another, then—ah! One struck him, square in the spine, and he fell, so close to the gates that he could see how they remained open, waiting for him to cross into safety.
All too soon, an unfamiliar face wrenched Zenos’s head up by his short white hair, and an axe was held to Zenos’s throat.
“You’re his dirty darkling lover, aren’t you? Then you’ll make a fin
