CLAIM THE CORE
“Thank you, Mr. Thorne.”
Elias approached, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. “Please, Luke, no ‘Mr. Thorne’ tonight. We’re off the clock. Call us by our names. Damon, Elias, Kael.” He offered Luke a drink, a sparkling cider. “Something non-alcoholic, for now. We want you to remember this evening clearly.” His eyes, dark and knowing, held Luke’s.
Luke took the, his fingers brushing against Elias’s. A jolt, a spark of electricity, shot through him. He quickly withdrew his hand. “Thank you, Elias.”