Kapitel 32: Chapter 32

There was a certain delicate quality in Kaos that had never attracted Padraig before. Sure, he was a bit of a protector—Marcus had always teased him about that—but for the first time, it was actually something that drew him in. With Marcus, it had been his strength and wit and the way he was brave even after….

Padraig turned off the shower and absently rubbed the scar on his thigh.

“Padraig? Do you want tea?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll be right downstairs!”

He got dressed in the most comfortable clothes he could find just to make himself feel as good as possible physically. Then he steeled himself. “Come on, Padraig. You’re forty-fucking-seven years old. You can do this,” he murmured under his breath, then went to face The Talk.

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He found Kaos in the living room with a pot of tea and mugs on a tray on the coffee table.