"Ahhhh!"
So much for being stealthy when Luca ended up screeching for dear life!
But really, how could he not react when something suddenly wrapped around his leg?
"!"
He froze, eyes wide, golden pupils trembling as the sensation sent a shiver up his spine. The thing never actually touched him—with his spiritual barrier clinging to him like second skin—but whatever that was, it definitely tried, brushing against the invisible surface with unsettling persistence.
And, oh no, it moved!
"Wh-what is—!" he squeaked, jumping back so fast that he nearly tripped over his own boots.
His face turned a violent shade of red. It wasn't just fear this time; it was memory.
Because the last time he felt something curling around his limbs like that… it wasn't a plant. It was his husband's spiritual tendrils.
And they had been very, very thorough.
"Brothe—?" Ollie began, blinking in confusion, but didn't get to finish.
Because the bush they were hiding in suddenly shook.
Like, violently.
