He'd never been what he'd consider possessive. It wasn't a trait that lent itself well to Warden life, where everything was temporary because it was for the Cause. But if he was going to see a future, going to indulge in a hunt that ended in a lasting catch, there was something that felt right on a primal level to make sure it was his.

Lucanis' obvious enjoyment of that idea, sent a shiver of something down his spine. Keeping his fingers in his hair gentle, he used his other arm and hips to attempt to roll them, to take his turn to pin the assassin beneath him.

"Good, ma da'mi."