Alistair slapped the hand away again, but too late. The heat remained.
Lucian giggled once more, wicked and delighted, letting his hand drift instead to the prince's shoulder. He tapped it lightly, mocking. "You should go before you prove me right."
Alistair's fists shook. "One day," he hissed, "I will end you."
Lucian tilted his head, lips curving. "And one day," he replied softly, "you'll want to kiss me instead."
Alistair's face hardened, but his silence betrayed him.
Lucian leaned close one final time, lips brushing near Alistair's ear. "Dream of me tonight, Alistair. I promise I'll make it worth your while."
The prince jerked back as though burned, but he didn't speak. Couldn't. His boots carried him back one step, two — yet his eyes remained locked on Lucian until the door finally shut between them.
