Page 66 of Enthrall Secrets
He nodded. “Like you, I was one of the lucky ones.”
“When did you discover you had the same penchant for kink?”
“I spent a summer with him in Paris. He took me to a party. I was seventeen, but looked a little older because I’m so tall. He snuck me into a private club near the Boulevard de Clichy and I was mesmerized by the scene.”
“BDSM?”
“Every kink imaginable.” He gave me a lazy smile. “I was enthralled.”
“That’s why you opened D'envoûtement?”
“Yes. I realized there were others out there like us that needed a safe haven.”
“And Danton spent time at Hillenbrand.”
Cameron took a sip of tea.
“You knew he’d want me for himself when he saw me?”
“As I wanted you when you fell through my club’s window.”
“But you and I have never been lovers.”
“Nor will we ever be. We must carve out a friendship that tolerates no intimacy of that nature.”
“Because I will always belong to Danton?”
“You will.”
Cello music carried through the house and I recognized it as Bach’s Prelude. And it made me smile to think he was playing it again, the numbness leaving his hands as it sometimes did.
“His sister told me he’s a famous musician.”
“Yes, and there’s quite a bit of speculation as to where he is right now.”
“His sister’s a little scary.”
“Well, there’s the will you see. There’s a lot riding on it for her. His musical rights have to go to someone.”
“Maybe a charity?”
He gave me a gentle smile. “I’ve taken some time off from Harvard. I’m here for the duration.”
“Oh, Cameron. Thank you so much.” I broke his gaze, not wanting to share how scared I’d been about facing the end with Danton alone. “The ocean’s just a short walk away.”
“I know.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“Many times.”
I studied him carefully. “Were you and Danton ever…lovers?”
Cameron placed his cup back onto its saucer.
A loud crash reverberated upstairs and the music came to an abrupt stop.
We ran from the kitchen, sprinted up the stairs, and flew into Danton’s bedroom. To my horror, we found him lying on the floor, his cello beside him.
