Lucian's POV
Great.
Fucking great.
The stupid mutt got us banished from her bed.
I was the one who followed her in first—I was the one who stayed quiet, who was just trying to keep her safe. Then he had to come in, trailing behind me like a shadow with a superiority complex, and act like I’d laid claim to something he wanted.
So now?
Now we’re both out.
Exiled from the warm sanctuary of her room because Damian couldn’t stand losing even while she was asleep. What the hell did he think was going to happen—she’d wake up and throw a f*****g rose at whoever she was curled up next to?
Gods. What a joke.
And now this is it.
If he hadn’t copied me—if he’d just let me go in alone like I planned—none of this would’ve happened. I would’ve held her, kept her warm, maybe even gained some of
