Phoenix Maplewood lilium

"He's a friend," answered Luke, deigning not to go into any more detail. It was a short answer but as it stood it was also true. Luke could not think of Lasher in the way he used to it, though it hurt his heart to know that it was unfair, and that the dark male deserved to know of it. But he was chained to the maplewood, to Saena, and could not seek him out; not that he had the courage to do so nor knew what to say. His heart raced, panicked, whenever he thought about of their couplings — and he was at a loss for how to explain it.

"He just might," he rumbled darkly, his eyes narrowing as he focused on some point in the distance, all too willing to shift the topic away from Lasher so quickly. "If he's stupid enough to come back here anyway. He got pretty upset when he saw me with Saena one time," Luke recalled, "quite the insecure fellow. But I suppose with a face like that, ha... I don't get how he could throw Saena away, throw all this away, when he was so worried about losing her before."