As Theo stepped forward and looked to both sides, he slid across the next intersection and a psychotic laugh had him spinning about, but before he could pull the trigger, two shots rang out and the wild-eyed woman fell to the ground. The knife she’d had pointed at his back fell to the ground. Draco stood there with his gun still extended, barrel smoking. His breath was even and his eyes were hard as steel. There was none of the man who’d hyperventilated and vomited the day before. Theo had hoped that his beloved just needed to get back in the swing of things, you could take the boy out of their lifestyle, but some of what had once been normal had to stick with him. Theo wouldn’t have forced him, but he certainly couldn’t say that he minded.