CHAPTER 22

  *Typhon*

  I don’t reply. I have no wish to discuss my life or what is handy with him. Some younger guys tend to find the idea of a rogue King dashing and glamorous, and I know that the truth is anything but.

  There is nothing dashing or glamorous about fighting for your existence, or the right to be yourself.

  Jonas finally breaks the long silence, “I'm sure you can let go of me now.”

  ‘No let's hold him a little longer,’ Cerberus purrs, ‘Maybe kiss him a little.’

  “Can you walk?” I ask softly, as I let him go.

  He huffs, “Of course I ... Ow !”

  He has barely taken a step before he howls in pain again. I immediately sweep him into my arms and say. “I will carry you to the common room.”

  “But my books!" He protests.

  “I believe they are my books,” I say with a small smile, “And I'll have one of the guys come and put them back.”

  He shakes his head in denial, “No, no, please don't do that. I'll put them back myself.”