Eden hadn't been to Paris since he was mortal, and then the visit had been bittersweet. A trip around Europe with his love, tainted by death looming over them. This time was different. Wonderfully different. He had a lover who would not leave him, one that he would not waste away, one that he would not have to watch die.
He was different, and he
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He stopped dead when he saw that the attacker was kissing Julien. His Julien. And the edges of his vision blurred with red. "Excuse me..."
Eden wasn't exactly sure when Julien had moved between them, but his husband was holding his arm, holding him back. Eden could still see claws of red on the edges of his vision, could still feel a wave of instant hate crashing inside him.
"Allow me to make the introductions. Eden, this is Sebastien de Medici, a Caitiff from my old pack." Julien moved, stepped to the side, and Eden had to bite his own tongue with his mortal teeth to keep himself focused, keep himself from going straight for the fucker's throat.
"And Bastien, this is Eden Frost. My husband."
Eden reached for Julien, getting an arm around his waist and pulling him close. His fingers gripped hard at Julien's hip, though he made it look like it was a simple gesture of affection, not an attempt to keep himself grounded.
"It's a pleasure," Eden practically hissed, his words beyond sarcastic, going to new levels of instantaneous hatred. He opened Auspex, unashamed about reading whatever he could pick up from the strange Cainite's mind.
He kept his arm firmly around Julien's waist.
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