POV Amara (Amy)
Did Lucian and I…kiss last night?
The thought struck me the moment I opened my eyes. My lips still tingled, my chest still fluttered. And the worst part? I was the one who leaned in first. Oh, Moon Goddess.. what has gotten into me? I’ve never been this bold—this reckless. It’s always Lucian who takes the lead—kissing my forehead, my hand, my neck—every touch of his teasing, consuming, and deliberate.
“You’re awake, dear?”
Lucian’s deep voice pulled me from my tangled thoughts. Lucian’s facing away, pulling on his black shirt. I caught a glimpse of the scar that ran across his back—raw, jagged, a reminder of every battle he’d fought—before it disappeared beneath the fabric.
“You slept so soundly,” he said, turning to face me with that infuriatingly calm smile. “Watchin
