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Destiny's End

Many obstacles stand in the way of baronet’s son Warrick Synclaire being with his best friend, Thomas Smythe. Same-sex love is illegal in early 20th Century England, and Warrick is heading for Canada while Thomas is destined for the military college at Sandhurst. Warrick isn't sure he can bear the separation.<br><br>However, the day before Warwick leaves, Thomas persuades him to see a fortune teller. The old gypsy woman’s warnings fail to scare Warwick, but another gypsy, Nicolae, by turns intrigues, arouses, and terrifies him. That night, Nicolae breaks into Warwick’s bedchamber, bedding then biting him. Warwick, unable to process the encounter, convinces himself it was just a bad dream and sails off to Canada to start a new life.<br><br>In Canada, Warrick renews his acquaintance with Fox Sullivan, who he first met during the war. Soon the two become lovers, but for Warwick, the relationship is purely physical. Thomas still owns his heart. When he can stand their separation no longer, Warrick returns to his ancestral home in Kent, determined to reunite with Thomas, who now has a lover of his own. But the encounter with Nicolae years earlier changed Warwick considerably. Every full moon he turns into a ravenous creature, which seems able to rule Warwick’s life even during the daytime.<br><br>Determined to win over Warrick, Fox sells his medical practice and sails to England. But is he too late to save the man he loves?

Tinnean · LGBT+
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118 Chs

Chapter 106

“See here, now!” Vaughan exclaimed. “I’m in charge here.”

“Splendid, Major. You can guard the ladies then.” We were almost out of the dining room.

“Just one moment, Smythe. Bailey, guard the ladies and Sir John. Ah, Andrews.” The detective chief inspector patted his pockets, but came up without a weapon. “Sir John isn’t feeling well. Be so kind as to summon Dr. Cliffe.” Then he snatched up the silver-headed walking stick that was propped by the door.

Mother and I exchanged glances. No wonder why Warrick had no use for Vaughan. He was just as officious as a man as he’d been as a boy.

“Milady?” The butler took one look at Sir John and turned pale.

“Yes, please, Andrews. I’ll also need you to see the servants remain calm.”

He pulled himself together. “Of course, milady.” He left the room.

“Mother?”

“Go.” She continued to see to Sir John.

Roddy was already heading out of the room, and I hurried after him, while Vaughan followed hard on our heels. 45: Warrick