SELENEA’S POV
I woke to the weight of Lukas’s arm draped across my waist, his breath warm against my neck, the sheets tangled around us in a cocoon of musk and pine. My eyelids fluttered open, dawn’s gray light seeping through the curtains, casting stripes across his broad chest. My red hair spilled over the pillow, a wild mess, and I shifted, my bare legs brushing his, the roughness of his skin sparking a shiver. My chest ached, heavy with thoughts I couldn’t shake—Ryker, Gwendolyn’s words, Tenebrous burning. I needed air.
I eased out, his arm sliding off, a low grunt rumbling from him as I stood, the hardwood cold under my feet. My sleepshirt hung loose, hem grazing my thighs, and I padded to the window, shoving the sash up. Frosty air rushed in, biting my cheeks, the forest beyond a b
