“My name is Mattinesh Jay,” he said. “Tell me what you want.” Luca’s fingers stirred in his, then went still. All of him was still. It was strange enough that Matti felt like a man watching a card trick, afraid to blink. “My name is Lucastian Harte, and I want us not to have a time limit. I don’t want you to promise yourself to anyone but me.”
