I want ye tae stop taking the pill.
I was homeless and most people seemed to sense it intuitively. That meant I was familiar with strange men approaching me to proposition me as if I were a common prostitute.Why? I bit out, hating him as I hated all the men who thought they could take advantage of me.
He responded with a look of derision. I’m not looking for sex. I just want to talk. About your music.Let me take you for a coffee and I’ll explain.He scowled, dragging his eyes down my body again. It was reassuringly nonsexual and insultingly disdainful. When we locked gazes, he said, Then save your cash and let me buy you a hot meal.
I pondered this, severely tempted. It was broad daylight, we were on Buchanan Street. If his plans for me were nefarious, there wasn’t a lot he could do to me. I glanced to my left, up the street. The red-and-white, candy-striped sign of TGI Fridays beckoned like a seasoned seductress.However, the concern over what his interest in me was, and whether he’d discovered my secret gave me more than pause. I bowed my head, hiding my face behind my hat. Find another form of amusement. No thanks. I strode past without looking at him.
He didn’t call out after me, and the more distance I put between us, the more I felt the tension in my neck muscles loosen, my hunched shoulders lowering to their normal position.
The north end of Buchanan Street started on a hill at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall. It sloped downward at a gradient, leveling out at around the halfway point. I’d been busking on the level, so it took me less than five minutes to get to the bus stop to the left on busy Argyle Street. Less than five minutes to put the guy to the back of my mind. There was no time for worrying about trivial things in my new life. That was the whole point of it. I only had time to worry about the basics. It was liberating in a way I couldn’t have ever imagined.Ruhn forced his body out of the chair and he walked forward to kneel at his King’s boots.
But Wrath did not put the great black diamond out for the vow. You sure about this. I’m not into forcing people to do shit—well, not people I don’t want to kill for survival or sport.Those nostrils flared again. And then the King nodded. So be it.
As the ring was proffered, Ruhn kissed the massive stone. In this and all things, I shall not fail you, my Lord.When he got back up to his feet, he glanced at Saxton. The solicitor was still staring at him, an inscrutable expression on those features that were so perfectly handsome, they were intimidating—and that was before you added in all those intelligent words he was always speaking or his perfect mannerisms or his fine and fancy clothes.