Freya's p.o.v
The sun rays penetrating through the window of Lucien's manor casted a warm glow on my face on the bed.
Actually, our faces.
My eyes fluttered open and as I look around, I could find myself all engulfed in Lucien's arms.
I chuckled.
The beating of his heart created a soothing melody in my ear, better than a nightingale's.
I smiled as I took in Lucien's facial features, his moderately fit chest and body and his hair.
I didn't regret admitting what I felt for him since the very moment I saw him at the court that day. And from his apology to Ian, I could tell he was truly sorry— my hand on his chest proved me right.
I could feel his energy from just being that close to him last night and it was as if I could feel his hidden pain as well.
Amarantha. That b***h! I knew
