"I am going to fucking kill him," Isaac Reid raged. "I'm going to scoop his eyes out with a spoon and feed them to him. Then I'ma gut him with a rusty hook like a week-old fish. Then I'm gonna —"

Closing his eyes, breathing out a wheezy chuckle as Eyes' list grew longer and more disturbed, Ronan relished the inelastic weight of security that came with it; Isaac had his back, regardless of whether he was in the right or wrong.

It was one of the many qualities he adored about the other man. It was a loyalty so profound that just being on the receiving end of it...