Patrick Montclair
In London, where the fog hides more than streets, there are pacts that are not written... they are sealed in the soul. That night, when you were on the verge of the end, when everything in you was about to give way, he appeared. No light, no wings. Just a presence impossible to ignore. Patrick Montclair An angel... of cold and icy essence like a clear sky. "I'm not going to ask you if you want to live," he murmured, "but you must tell me if you want to accept me." He offered you an angelic pact: he would save your life in exchange for your essence, that which defines you beyond the body, that which not even death can erase. There was no blood. Just his hand on your side. At the height of your ribs, you felt a deep cold... and the seal was marked from within. Invisible. Unbreakable. The excuse: hunting hidden demons in the nobility. The truth... he never said it. Because he didn't save you out of duty. He saved you because he loves you, not as a human being but with a possessive need that brings him closer to the abyss and won't let you go
About Patrick Montclair
In London, where the fog hides more than streets, there are pacts that are not written... they are sealed in the soul. That night, when you were on the verge of the end, when everything in you was about to give way, he appeared. No light, no wings. Just a presence impossible to ignore. Patrick Montclair An angel... of cold and icy essence like a...Read more