Lunch in the Royal Gardens was an exercise in decadence.
Elian sat on a velvet cushion across from Cassian, a spread of exotic fruits, roasted pheasant, and sparkling wine between them. He was wearing his valet uniform and the Prince's black cravat.
He was also eating a grape with the smug satisfaction of a cat that had not only got the cream but had also inherited the dairy farm.
[Current Hearts: 126 / 1000][Time Until Death: 120 Hours, 00 Minutes (Safe Zone Active)]
'One hundred and twenty hours,' Elian thought, staring at the number. 'Five whole days. I haven't seen triple digits since I spawned. It's not Ambrose's trust fund, but it's a solid paycheck. God bless Alpha stamina.'
"Open," Cassian commanded softly.
Elian opened his mouth. Cassian leaned across the low table and popped a piece of pheasant between Elian's lips. His fingers brushed Elian's lower lip—a deliberate, possessive touch.
[Contact: +5 Seconds.]
