He stared at the note. The elegant scrawl of lies. The
signature beneath it. The bold slash of letters, the rapier
strike of the flourish at the end of each sentence. The upstrike
at the end of each word.
George had left him.
He had done what he needed to come home to George and they
had spoken and he'd explained his feelings. Declared himself to
George. Told him that he could not be his son. Could not love
him in that way. He was in love with George. Desired him. Needed
him in his bed and in his heart and in between his thighs and
George had accepted.
George had pressed his lips to Alexander's. Had climbed
into his bed and in between his legs and they had joined and it
was like nothing had changed.
They would continue to pretend for society but when they
were together they would be as they had been before. Alexander
would be his boy and George would be his daddy and they would
love each other properly again.
He had drifted off in George's arms and felt safe for the
first time in weeks. Had felt loved and adored and they were
together.
Then he'd woken up and found that parchment on his pillow.
The signature.
George had left him. Left him. Gave him his freedom and a
letter of introduction and some money to get him out of town. A
promise like the one he'd made Alexander's mother. Money will be
coming. I'll take care of you. Simply trust me to take care of
you.
Except Alexander's mother had ended up in a prison and then
they'd sold themselves in bonded servitude to Thom Stevens
because George had not taken care of them. Had cast them aside.
Had pushed them aside. Didn't love them enough to stay. To take
care of them properly.
He didn't love Alexander enough to stay.
He pushed himself out of the bed and started for the door.
Turned the handle and found it locked. Jiggled it. Hammered at
it with his fist. Heard footsteps on the stairs and pounded
harder.
"Mister Alexander?" Daniella's voice was faint outside the
door. "Do you need something, Sir?"
"I need you to let me out of the room," he said, trying to
keep his voice steady.
"I can't do that, Mister Alexander."
"Daniella." He could feel sweat along the nape of his neck.
"Please."
"Mister Alexander."
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The Right Hand Of The Father
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