Xavier had barely stepped into the hanger when he felt it.
That same alluring yet overwhelming density.
It was thick in the air—a very raw and unrestrained spiritual energy.
Familiar. Very intimately so.
And yet, instead of calming down, the Crown Prince couldn't help but panic at this affinity, his chest tightening before his mind could even process why.
Then his frantic eyes found him.
And it was as if they were back in that cabin during that particular day.
The way Luca's eyes glazed as he reveled in pure energy was something that Xavier wouldn't be able to easily forget.
Not when the little chipmunk clung to him as if his life depended on it.
Seeking.
Instinctive.
And very greedy.
It was just that back then, he looked so satisfied that Xavier felt like he was better off as a power bank than a man.
But this expression—
Thoughts entered his mind, but nothing stuck when Luca turned toward him.
