The morning after our escape to Zoe's apartment, I woke with the taste of Lucien's kisses still on my lips and the memory of merged magic humming through my veins. But reality crashed back fast when Zoe knocked on the bedroom door with coffee and bad news.
"Roman wants to see you," she said, settling onto the edge of the bed while Lucien pulled on his shirt. "Both of you. Says he's got some people who want to talk."
I sat up, immediately wary. Roman Blackthorn owned Midnight Veil and had always maintained strict neutrality in supernatural politics. If he was getting involved, things were either getting better or much worse.
"What kind of people?" Lucien asked, that careful tone he used when he was thinking three steps ahead.
"The kind who think maybe you two aren't completely insane."
