Nikolas narrowed his eyes on him. "What are you getting at?"
Lucian yawned. "The last time you cried was before you were put into that sleep. But that was understandable. She was your mate. However, a human?"
"You wouldn't cry for Francesca?" Nikolas cocked a brow.
"Oh, absolutely I would." Lucian barely raised his guard. "She is my mate after all. But a woman who isn't my mate? I doubt I could love anyone who isn't my soulmate, a woman that I don't burn for."
"Is that so?" Nikolas shoved him, and took two steps back before pointing the tip of his sword at him. "You're trying to tell me that if Francesca wasn't your mate, you wouldn't love her like you do now? You wouldn't craze for her?"
Lucian's confident expression dropped. His lips trembled, parted and closed. He found himself unable to answer the question. Trying to imagine the idea."
Nikolas snorted at him. "Can't answer the question?"
