Salvatore sighed. "This damn kid."
Milo heard nothing, but before he could kneel fully, he felt a sudden, powerful force. A hand gripped his arm with incredible strength. Milo gasped as he was pulled upward and sideways. He felt like he was flying for a split second before he landed heavily on a warm, solid surface.
Milo blinked. He was sitting on Salvatore's left thigh, tucked into the crook of the man's arm. Salvatore's hand was wrapped firmly around Milo's waist, pulling him close against his chest.
Milo was too shocked to speak. He could feel the steady beat of Salvatore's heart through his suit. He felt the man's large, warm hand as if it were offering him protection.
Alben and Roderick both stared. Even Roderick looked stunned, he had never seen Salvatore touch anyone with such blatant possessiveness.
"What is it?" Salvatore asked, his voice incredibly low and gentle. It vibrated through Milo's back, sending shivers down his spine. "Do you really want to go back to him?"
