It was in Dragan’s home, on the very top floor, and both Bertram and Niahm had rooms next to him. His guards had been given rooms in the surrounding houses, and William had spoken with them all before settling down for the night in his own quarters. They seemed happy enough, eager to get to know the humans who were living on the islands, and perhaps even the aliens. There was no denying the differences between these aliens and the northern rebels. It was like night and day. And Dragan…William sighed and ran a hand across his face. He still couldn’t quite believe what had happened between them or what Dragan had asked for. Part of him was half convinced that he would wake up any moment, shaking his head, this being just another of the many dreams he had experienced on the journey over. Only, William had never had a dream like this, because such an outrageous demand had never occurred to him. Dragan wanted to bed him. That was the only way he was willing to give his help. It was outrageous, ridiculous, and William had no idea what he was going to do.
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