The door opened and two men in black entered. Their faces, their eyes, betrayed their intentions. If he had been a cat, or a dog, Gustav would have immediately ruffled his fur and bared his teeth in warning.
Don't come up if you want to live.
He was not an animal, yet they understood him. They stopped right in the entrance.
He recognized one of them, it was the one who led Julius out, but the other was unknown to him. It was the latter who gave the impression of being more determined, while the former looked like someone who was simply following the others.
"Don't be so stroppy," growled the one whom Gustav didn't recognize. "We only came with a small proposal. In addition, not to you."
Everyone looked at David, who stared hard at his captors and clenched his teeth. Gustav felt pride in his boyfriend's courage, but also fear. From courage to bravado is not far, and from bravado to tragedy is even closer.
