Freddie laughs, his deep chuckle lifting the spirit of the room. His face has a softness even when it comes to rest, as if he lacks the inner bitterness of the others gathered here tonight. He knows who he is and he's comfortable with himself. He's perhaps the only man in I've ever known that could look in a mirror of truth and only see his own reflection.
“So what are you saying? You lost so much blood and hottie saved you with his Nephilim blood?” asked Freddie and I nodded.
“What are we going to do with Tiger?” asked Bellamy who was sitting next to me and was holding my hand. I had almost bled to death, so it was natural that was going to lea in on her in order to receive some comfort.
“We will take care of Tiger. You know that you have my word on it,” I said to Bellamy and she smile
