That night, Lucian never returned to the room, and when Paige awoke the next morning to find the king-sized bed empty yet again, she decided that he was still angry with her for trying to escape him… again.
Not that she should care.
Paige pursed her lips, frowning down at the empty sheets. And if she told herself that enough, she might actually start to believe it.
She’d spent an endless amount of time tossing and turning throughout the night, miserably trying to get comfortable, and not just because of her sore bottom.
This is ridiculous...
Paige growled inwardly. I do not need him to fall asleep! She pouted miserably, rubbing her eyes.
Climbing off the bed, she sleepily approached his closet, and to her surprise, she now found it now stocked with not only Lucian’s belongings, but
