Still, Kieran had expressed a desire to travel the world and see every country at least once. Lucien was nothing if not indulgent of his lover. Europe would provide longer nights and darker haunts though, and he was well pleased to have reached the south of France, the small castle they were staying in belonging to a friend. The place was currently deserted but for the two of them, the skeleton staff that kept the place up while Andre, the owner, was not in residence having left well before sunset. “Kieran?” he called softly as he stood up from the large, soft bed, and stretched. “Have you already abandoned me in favor of exploring?” “I have not.” His lover’s voice had deepened with the change, and now the husky words slid up along Lucien’s spine. “I was at the window, looking at the gardens.” “Are they lovely?” Heading toward the sound of Kieran’s voice, Lucien trusted that his lover would warn him if there was anything in his way.
