A Different Kind of Summons
Luka smiled as an exhausted Mike drifted into sleep, his fingers entwined with Luka's. They had spent some time exploring the fine art of kissing, and Luka found himself very pleased indeed with their experiments.
A tap at the door brought him to his feet as he gently disentangled himself from Mike. He opened it, gazed for a long moment at the man there, and immediately lowered his eyes. How easily I fall back into the posture of acolyte, even in this place.
"You must return at once," the man said.
"How did you find me?" It was not the wisest of questions: The Order had its own ways and means.
"You must return with me at once." The man indicated the street beyond. "Leave everything, and come with me."
"But what about...?" Luka glanced back at the apartment, his thoughts going at once to Mike. "May I not say goodbye?"
"You must return at once."
So there was nothing more to say, not even goodbye. Without even a backward glance, Luka closed the door behind him, and vanished into the city.
A tap at the door brought him to his feet as he gently disentangled himself from Mike. He opened it, gazed for a long moment at the man there, and immediately lowered his eyes. How easily I fall back into the posture of acolyte, even in this place.
"You must return at once," the man said.
"How did you find me?" It was not the wisest of questions: The Order had its own ways and means.
"You must return with me at once." The man indicated the street beyond. "Leave everything, and come with me."
"But what about...?" Luka glanced back at the apartment, his thoughts going at once to Mike. "May I not say goodbye?"
"You must return at once."
So there was nothing more to say, not even goodbye. Without even a backward glance, Luka closed the door behind him, and vanished into the city.