Running in the morning, eating after that, reading before lunch, having lunch, practicing mana before dinner…
Albert was getting sick of it all!
He was getting even sicker at the fact that Valentius was licking cream off Marek's nape! Lapping at it as if it were the best treat there was!
Why couldn't Valentius be like that with him, darn it? What was with that undead thing, which…
"Albert," ah, it was that time again. Marek was going to try to get him to join them.
Just like he always did before he indulged Valentius' fantasies and did the same old in and out with the tanned Nightshade citizen.
"Do you know why he is like this?" Marek was smirking, flipping a panting Valentius over, and then making him look at Albert. "He can't help it. I'm doing him a favor by letting him do it with me. Every time Wrath does it with Amos, dear Valentius feels it. He is Amos' bride, after all."
Albert's fingers twitched.
The hell? But… what about the vow?
