Elio stopped at the doorway, sharp, dark gaze piercing into the room. If the masked master of the townhouse wasn't being incredibly tolerant and gentle, his suspicions would have long been confirmed.
"May I have a word with you in the hallway?" He interrupted, standing tall and menacing.
Luka glanced over warily, he couldn't pretend that he wasn't the one being addressed. So he reluctantly pried Cielo free off him, the Vampire just grumbled miserably but didn't protest.
Luka wore his glove as he rose to his feet, having an inkling on what the Crown Prince might like to discuss in the hallway.
Getting pinned against the wallpaper-covered walls as soon as the doors shut wasn't as surprising as it should have been, perhaps because it wasn't the first time.
"I hope you have a good explanation for playing charades, Luka." Elio spoke calmly, but the tint of red in his dark eyes said otherwise.
