บท 3: Chapter 3

Hunter didn’t answer him.

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Standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom after the maid showed Evan out, Hunter pulled his mask off, revealing puckered, ugly scars lying along his face down to his jaw and chin. Fear and longing crept into his eyes.

That was close. He had been on the verge of telling Evan that he wanted him, the man who looked so very much like Kevin that it took Hunter’s breath away when he first saw Evan standing there in the library. It was as if Kevin had come back to him.

Hunter gripped the edge of his dressing table tightly, his knuckles turning white. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears rolled down his cheeks. It had been awhile since he last wept over his loss. Inviting Evan over had been a mistake. He shouldn’t have done this, and it wasn’t fair to Evan. He already missed Kevin—no, Evan—and he wanted him to come back. Evan, Kevin—the images of both men became superimposed in his mind, and he couldn’t tell one from the other anymore.