Golias's lazy smile was the only constant thing he'd had since arriving in the Commonwealth. Golias's care was something he'd come to rely on since the moment the man had saved them from a slow painful death adrift at sea.
So when Lucius Jones—the man had been in his element as a jackass—made to insinuate that Boyan Taliesin Golias was a cold heartless bastard who only looked out for himself...Well...Shandon just couldn't take it anymore.
Granted, he was in a fit of passion, but Silverlock had put up with a lot from Lucius Jones already. Most of it only for Golias's sake, if he were in the mood to be honest with himself. Golias liked the man for some reason and said he was a good fellow. Shandon quite simply disagreed. He thought that Lucius was a moron and an unforgivable womanizer.
Really, what kind of man goes around sleeping with every woman he spots while on a mission to save his true love? Hermione was better off without the lout.
But Shandon could stand for all of that as long as Golias was happy. As long as Golias was happy, he was happy. However, Lucius Jones had just crossed the final line.
Silverlock slugged him with the full force of his one hundred and nintey-five pounds. Hit him right across the jaw and felt the raw burn as his knuckles crunched.
Golias made a noise and Lucius slumped to the floor.
"Shut it, Jones," Shandon snapped, fists still clenched at his sides shaking.
Golias made another noise.
Silverlock turned and eyed him balefully.
Golias gave a slow, lazy smile. "Shandon, I didn't know you cared."
Standard Disclaimers.