Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1869

Andrew silently gasped. Even though he had seen his fair share of bloodshed and supernatural horrors, he could not help but suck in a sharp breath and nearly jump up at this sight.

Eric was actually having sex with Henry!

Not only were the two men completely naked, but their figures were twisted into all kinds of absurd poses. Coupled with their strange moaning sounds and heavy breathing, it was an indescribable scene.

Henry’s build was tall and massive, sculpted like a warrior. Every muscle bulged with masculine power, and his entire presence screamed dominance.

Meanwhile, Eric had his lower half wrapped in a bedsheet, his long hair cascading over his shoulders like a woman's. His collarbones were clearly defined, and his skin was paler than most women's. Even his arms and legs were slender and smooth.

If it were not for his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, Andrew would have suspected this guy was actually a woman.

"Mr. Fischer, a little harder!"

"It’s big… just give me a second!"

The two of them were deep in the moment, lost in their passion.

Andrew was confident that if he wanted to break through the window and escape, he could absolutely make it. However, he did not do so because if he did, there would truly be no one to deal with Eric.

Andrew could tell that Jerome had poured everything into raising his adopted son, and he wanted to bring Eric back to him. At the very least, he wanted to give that father and son a chance to reconcile.

It would also help repay the debt from when Jerome had traveled north to rescue Andrew and Reginald years ago.

Andrew silently consoled himself, 'Hold it together. You’ve got to hold it together! Don’t act. Just observe. As disgusting as this freakshow is, give him a chance. Tolerate it, just for now.'

If Aspen and Chantelle were slightly troubled, then Eric had probably reached the point of complete obsession.

"Alright, that’s enough. No need to overdo it. This kind of thing burns energy, and it’ll mess with my martial training if I go too far," Henry said suddenly, pulling away.

He stood, wrapping a towel around his waist, and walked into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Eric collapsed back onto the couch, bruises blooming across his neck and arms. He trembled as he stroked his pale skin and murmured to himself, "Hunter… if you were still alive, you’d probably hate me. My body was supposed to belong to only you.

"But now that you’re gone, all I can think about is revenge. And since you're not here, this body has no meaning anymore. So I’ll ruin it, defile it… Only then can I numb this pain that keeps me up every single night."

Andrew felt a wave of emotions rise in his chest. Eric was clearly someone so broken by love that he was completely twisted.