They’d shared two weeks of passion, lonely hearts meeting in tears and fierce kisses and hungry bodies. Until Piter found them. Piter had played his mind games, and when Misha refused him, whisked him away despite Nico’s effort to keep him safe.
“I’m sorry,” Nico said into the silence, voice choked with tears. It had taken him two months to track them. The Krampus took his prey to Italy, but they could be anywhere in the country. Nico found Misha in an alleyway of a small mountain town, body tortured and used. Nico nursed him, and in due time Misha walked away from him. The next year he walked off a mountainside into the sea.
The fire snapped, sparks shooting up the flue. Nico watched them disappear, his heart a ball of lead. He’d failed Misha, like he was failing Jamie now. The brilliant tree drew his gaze once more and he watched the twinkling lights shining against the merry ornaments, as bright and precious as Jamie himself.