Davina's POV
When I woke up the next morning, the sun was already high up in the sky. A dull ache settled between my thighs, and every muscle reminded me of my wild night with Lucien.
I sat up and winced slightly as I shifted to the edge of the bed, wanting to get up. Damn it, I could still feel him all over me. My legs, my hips, my neck, my lips. I didn't want to think about the fact that I let him have s*x with me on my father's grave.
I should be ashamed, hiding somewhere because what I did was sacrilegious, but somehow I didn't feel guilty. Since I learnt about what my father did to him and to other people, the lives he had ruined and taken, I began to develop an aversion towards him.
When Lucien opened up to me about it, I had a hard time believing. It seemed unreal, especially wi
