Chapter 7

Madoc groaned, his hands fumbling over the cool sheets, but Levi wasn’t there. Opening his eyes, he flipped over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The house was just as empty as yesterday, as last week, as last month.

Throwing off the covers, he glared at his aching cock and put on a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, and his running shoes. A quick visit to the bathroom, then he went out into the August morning. Summer was still ruling the lands, but autumn wasn’t far away, he could smell it in the air.

Madoc took off at a light jog, but soon he was pushing himself hard. He ran the narrow trails in the woods where hardly anyone ever went, his feet hitting the ground faster and faster. Sweat coated his skin, his lungs burned, and his muscles threatened to cramp.