Lucas slowed as Nyx turned to leave, his gaze lingering on her for a brief moment before he stepped closer, closing the small distance between them.
"Nyx," he called softly.
She paused and turned back toward him, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
Lucas leaned in slightly, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "Before you leave… I would like to give you a parting gift tonight."
There was a brief pause, just long enough for the meaning behind his words to settle.
"Come to my tent," he added quietly. "Alone."
Nyx's lips curved almost immediately, a knowing smile forming as her eyes met his. There was no confusion in her expression, only clear understanding.
She gave a small nod, almost playful. "I will."
There was a lightness in her tone now, something bright and eager beneath her usual composure.
Without another word, she turned and walked away, her steps a little more lively than before, the hint of anticipation clear in the way she carried herself.
