He leans closer to me, and I find myself yearning for his kiss again. I want to feel his lips pressed against mine, his naked flesh connected to me.
The air around us seems to stand still, frozen by the intensity of our connection. Our bond.
“What’s going on here?” an amused voice calls out. Suddenly, our connection is broken again. We blink and pull away from each other slightly, looking to the darkness for the source of the voice.
“This must be the prince you told us about,” says the voice as a face emerges from the shadows. It’s Persephone. A few of my friends are behind her.
She eyes Lucas’ naked body with a smirk. “I’m starting to see what all the fuss is about,” she says.
The others giggle behind her.
Suddenly I feel oddly protective of him. I step forward, instinctively tryin
