The clouds had turned grey, casting the main garden floor in a softer, more haunting light where the three lay entwined with one another.
"So this is where you took Tilda that time when she was poisoned by those rope creatures?" Derek asked, still mesmerized that such a stunning masterpiece existed. It felt like he never wanted to leave.
Travis, who'd been asked, nodded of course. Derek, lost in his own imagination, grinned sheepishly, fantasizing about all the things he could be doing right now. If he had to choose to remain here, he would do it—far better than wasting whatever opportunity he had in their infested world.
"Travis, let's train for the incoming battle. Learn how to make proper use of this weapon you gave us, because I still can't use it properly," Kai confessed.
He traced a hand to Travis's abs, then placed his head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "In order to help you with what you're about to do, this is what we have to do," he stated.
