Lucien POV.
The moment I stepped into the house, I felt her.
Not panic.
Not danger.
Just that subtle pull that had begun to exist the day she walked into my life.
Finding her was easy; her scent was everywhere in the house. Within seconds, I was standing opposite the red room whose door was slightly open.
I pushed it wider and stepped inside.
She hung suspended in the center of the room, wrists secured above her head, toes barely brushing the floor.
Her breathing was uneven, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and something far more vulnerable.
Her head snapped toward me.
“Lucien.”
The relief in her voice struck deeper than it should have.
I didn’t rush to her. I walked forward slowly, letting my gaze travel over her, making sure of what I already knew.
“Wel
