SELENEA’S POV
Sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting gold across the tangled sheets, my body warm, heavy from last night, Lukas’s arm draped over my waist, his breath steady, his dark hair spilling over the pillow, his chest bare, rising slowly. My nightgown clung to my skin, sweat-dried, my red hair a mess, my lips curving as I traced his jaw, stubble rough, his curse silent, his love a fire that burned in me, guilt from my nightmare—Mother’s red eyes, Father’s blood, Tenebrous’s dead men and women—still gnawing, but softer now, his presence a shield. I leaned in, my lips brushing his forehead, soft, careful, his breath hitching, my heart skipping, my boots waiting by the door, training calling, my wolf stirring, weak but eager, revenge against Ryker a vow I’d keep.
I slipped fr
