Amara's POV
Before I could question further, the heavy chains rattled. The locks clicked open, then the special chamber door in front of me begin to open.
The moment of the heavy door creaked open, I was struck by how empty the room was. Just like Lucian said, it almost like a cell. No decoration, luxurious furniture, curtains, shelves, or any personal belongings. Just four walls of cold, greystone.
In the edge of the room lies small and plain bed. No velvet, fur, even a headboard. Just a simple mattress and thin sheets.
I see Lucian sitting on that bed. His broad back leaned against the wall, wore nothing on his upper body—his torso was completely bare, scars and fresh wounds scattered across the hard lines of his muscles. Only a pair of loose, dark pants hung low on his hips.
“Lu
