Considering the innocence that never left Treasure's face, an expression that lingered even while he slept, it was not so surprising that he was now arm in arm with the filth who called himself his protector.
His tender-heartedness... Taras knew this, of course. Yet, even so, as he watched the two from where he hid, the faint smile forming on Le An's face somehow… caught him off guard.
And when Le An held Theo's hand and began to guide him, that surprise gave way to a restless fury.
Ascending the stairs in shadow form, keeping pace with Le An, Taras almost shed his disguise before reaching the room, driven by his impatience.
He could feel the current rushing through his chest descend like a fog, clouding his ability to think. If only he could seize Treasure with his own hands right now, only then might he know exactly what he was thinking.
