Lucas stepped toward her, his breathing finally steadying, and reached up to brush away the fine beads of sweat on her temple. His fingers lingered for a moment as he tucked a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, smoothing it into place. Nyx stiffened slightly at the unexpected gesture, but she didn't pull away.
"Better," Lucas said quietly, his tone casual, though the corner of his mouth curved with amusement.
She frowned. "You didn't have to..."
"I did," he cut in smoothly, stepping back. "If we wanted to escape without breaking a sweat, we could've done it easily. But where's the fun in that?"
Without another word, he glanced around the street and then pointed ahead. "Come on. We've earned a drink. Let's find a pub."
