He found a hair tie too, and stomped into the bath facility to gather his long hair in a ponytail. Staring at his irate visage in the mirror, he asked himself, “Well, what did you expect? This is Clajak we’re dealing with. You should have kept watch over him all night to be sure he didn’t skip out! Damn it, how stupid am I going to look returning to Kalquor without him?”
The fury ebbed a little, showing Egilka the welling hurt that pierced his anger. Clajak’s confession of how he’d desired Egilka for years had sounded sincere. That the prince had admitted pain over not being seen by Egilka as anything more than a boy had touched the Imdiko. Then when Clajak had loved him with such compassionate command, Egilka had allowed himself to hope their union might be more than about duty. Last came that sweet sinking into the feeling of security, of being with someone who would look out for him as much as he’d return the favor.
All along, Clajak had been plotting his escape, turning on the charm as Egilka had seen him do to others so many times before.
“I’m an idiot,” he told his reflection. “He’s a shit. I will kick his ass all over the place for playing me, and then I’ll give him the ass kicking that I deserve for letting him play me. Maybe then we’ll both learn our lessons.”
Releasing mid-December 2015