Lucien's shout shook the room.
"Asher!!!"
Lucien's shout echoed, making Inara flinch in his arms.
His eyes were wide, lips trembling with fury.
Akamir broke the kiss slowly, deliberately—his eyes never leaving Lucien's.
He stepped slightly in front of Inara, shielding her with his body.
Nayomi floated just beside him. "Was it necessary?"
'It wasn't.'
Akamir thought, glancing at her.
'But I wanted to fuck with this guy.'
Akamir still hadn't forgotten the first day he arrived in this world.
And...
How Lucien treated him.
Even though it was Asher who had a grudge against Lucien, Akamir still felt thrilled messing with him.
'Asher's lingering feelings.' He guessed.
"In case you're wondering," Akamir said coolly, "yes. It's exactly what it looks like."
Lucien's face twisted, nostrils flaring. "You bastard—"
"Careful." Akamir's lips curled up. "You're speaking to your future brother-in-law."
Inara flinched behind him.
