Luca had a question.
A simple one.
But very important. Or at least very important for his current survival.
Just how did the guides of Tesseris ever complete their guiding like this?!
Because sitting at the edge of his own undoing, Luca was starting to understand exactly why it felt impossible to guide rampaging espers.
It was like a competition.
And clearly, the one with his head tipped back, lips parted in a trembling moan, wasn't winning.
"Hahh…"
That was him.
And that sound had slipped out far too easily.
He had lost from the very first contact.
Worse, it wasn't even because he made a mistake. It was because his husband had shown a different side of himself. One Luca wasn't prepared for.
And if Luca thought his husband was wolfish before, well, now he was certain that his beloved still had a sheepskin on!
Moreover, he should've known something was wrong when the prince adjusted his position!
