This cannot wait.” Bruno's voice was even, but low, as though he feared Michel's response to his interruption. He wasn't looking directly at us either, but off to the side, as though eye contact would strengthen Michel's anger toward him. I had no doubt that it wasn't out of any sense of consideration of my dishevelled and lust-filled look. It was a survival mechanism, pure and simple. He was protecting his own arse, not my dignity. Michel took a deep breath in, the power that had accumulated around him when he sensed Bruno's arrival was in check, but his eyes still flashed purple flecks in amongst the blue and indigo swirls. “What is it?” Even, low and very scary. Bruno hesitated, looking at me, then glancing quickly away. He was obviously unsure whether to disclose what information he had in front of me, but Michel hadn't moved from my side, his hands were still holding my arm and neck. So still and slightly more firmer than before, as though he was trying to control himself by staying connected to me.
