The Shape of Things to Come
“Do I even get a say in any of this?” James asked silently, knowing the answer before the words were even out. Beckett’s only answer was an amused smirk.
“Very well,” James sighed. “What are my orders, Sir?”
“Always so very proper, James,” Beckett mocked and stood up. “I trust we can take this somewhere more comfortable and private.”
James didn’t flinch as Beckett walked past him but he suddenly grabbed the Lieutenant’s arm.
“Theo, please…” A pleading whisper.
The razor-sharp look made him pull back, but hope filled his heart all the same.
Spilt blood would wash him clean.
“Very well,” James sighed. “What are my orders, Sir?”
“Always so very proper, James,” Beckett mocked and stood up. “I trust we can take this somewhere more comfortable and private.”
James didn’t flinch as Beckett walked past him but he suddenly grabbed the Lieutenant’s arm.
“Theo, please…” A pleading whisper.
The razor-sharp look made him pull back, but hope filled his heart all the same.
Spilt blood would wash him clean.