Chapter 58

But for now they were simply two men in a kitchen in a place neither of them could call home. They were little more, Wren surmised, than strangers, thrown together by a bizarre set of circumstances. They now had nothing, really, to bind them together.

He should just move on. Forget about Rufus. Wren was sure Rufus would forget him, perhaps as soon as he went out on a call from his next trick.

The practical thing was to get his stuff together and get out. He didn’t know where, but that was no longer any concern of Rufus’s.

His mentor.

He could think this way all he wanted, but his heart didn’t believe any of it. His heart wanted Wren to throw himself into Rufus’s arms, where he would declare his undying love and extol to him all the different ways their match would be one made, as the saying went, in heaven.