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.There was a handkerchief somewhere in his evening jacket, and Robin fumbled through his pockets to find it.Wiping his mouth, he opened the large snuffbox his father’d given him at his graduation and shook out one of the mints he kept in it.The lozenge was compact and strongly flavored, nearly burning his sinuses, but Robin sucked on it anyway, washing away the bitterness on his tongue.He’d nearly gotten the taste of bile out of his mouth when Robin felt a pair of hands sliding up his thighs.The cloying scent of a pungent cologne blocked out the sweetness of the garden’s cabbage roses, and the press of a man’s body pushed him into the balcony’s stone railing, a thickening erection jutting into the curve of his ass.“I knew you’d recognize me, Harris.”Robin stilled, frozen in the memory of where he’d first heard the man’s voice.He’d just seen one witness to his shame.Now another had come up on him, and his stomach creased and churned with the unexpected shock.If he’d had anything more to lose in his belly, he’d gladly have coated the man’s encroaching arms with his sick, but he had nothing inside of him, not even the fortitude to move when the man’s hand caressed the burn hidden beneath layers of Robin’s clothes.He struggled to break free of the man’s weight, but the aristocrat, benefiting from years of overindulgence, had too much heft for Robin to dislodge.Instead, the man leaned over Robin’s shoulder, bringing his jowly cheek to rest against Robin’s.“Let go of me, sir.” Robin pushed back, using the railing for leverage, but it was like trying to move a boulder.The world continued to spin merrily along, uncaring of Robin’s panic or the slavering man now clasping at his hips.Below them, the gardens were softly lit with strings of lights, faint blue dots giving off barely enough glow to chase off the deepest of shadows but still allowing some privacy for lovers to escape from the glaring brightness inside.The same brightness illuminating Robin and his tormentor.“Admit it, sodomite, you want this.” The man’s breath stank of fetid cheese and cheap rum.Robin turned his head to avoid the stench, but it was too late.The curdled air was already upon him, burying the minty flavor in his mouth.“I’m surprised you aren’t moaning and rubbing up against me like the whore you are.You must have more self-control than most perverts.Is that because someone might see us? I can have my carriage brought around, or better yet, we can find someplace near the stables.All we need is something for you to bend over.I’ll take care of the rest.”“And I’m sure it will be over very quickly, but sadly, I’d like to have a conversation with Dr.Harris.” Another voice—unfamiliar and droll—cut through the evening, and the scent of lightning filled the air.A crackling blue light arched up behind them, and then something hot lit Robin’s skin, a sharp spark coursing from the man behind him.The man’s hands fell from Robin’s body, but the places he’d been holding tingled and ached.His attacker fell forward, slamming Robin into the hard stone rail.Then he jerked to the side, his body rocked with spasms.Spasms obviously induced by the pair of wires leading from the back of his fat neck to the strange gun-looking device held by an elderly gentleman standing a few feet away.Wires that carried an obvious current of arcane energy from the device to the man’s flopping body, a modulating flow seemingly driven in intensity by the press of the cherubic-featured man’s finger on the trigger.He was short for a hero, but Robin wasn’t going to decry the man’s heroic stature.Despite his years, the man’s face was plump, his round cheeks bright red with excitement, and a broad smile curved up above his double chin, ruffling back a pair of impressive snow-white muttonchops [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]