Luka had experienced the best sleep in thousands of years, perhaps because he was cradled in Xavier's arms. He couldn't find the words to describe the incredible feeling of being embraced by his soulmate and inhaling Xavier's scent throughout the night, even in his dreams.
Luka paused, then spoke with a hint of concern. "How much time do we have?"
"For what?" Xavier gazed into his soulmate's eyes, searching for the source of his worry.
"I'm not naive, Xavier. I know that what we have won't last forever—this safety and peace. One day, it will fade away, and I have no idea..." Luka hesitated before continuing. "How much time do we have, Xavier?"
Xavier met his soulmate's gaze, and they both knew the answer. "Not much."
"Then we must make the most of this time we have!" Luka beamed and hugged Xavier. "But before we go out, tell me, is the mansion anything like the stories humans tell?"
