Wrapped in a thin sheet, Luke kept one arm around Thea as he stared silently into the distance.
Thea slowly stirred in his arms and looked up at him.
In a low voice, she asked, "Don't tell me you're regretting things already."
Luke chuckled softly. The vibration in his chest seemed to ease some of the tension in her as he replied, "I have enough self-control over my emotions not to make a choice I could regret later."
He had come here partly because Roxanne and the system had pushed him toward it, but ultimately, the decision had been his. If he truly hadn't wanted this, no one could have forced him to step into this room.
Thea slowly propped her chin against his chest before muttering, "Then what should I call myself now? Your servant? Your plaything?"
Luke lowered his gaze to her and asked, "Which one would you prefer?"
