The silence after Lucien’s warning wasn’t empty. It pulsed. It breathed. And it wrapped around me like the very shadows he’d once been trapped within.
I should have turned away.
But turning away from Lucien Thorne had never been my strong suit.
“What debt?” I asked, hating how breathless I sounded.
Lucien’s gaze swept over me, slow and consuming, like he was memorizing every inch of skin he’d yet to taste. “Desire is a
dangerous currency, Sienna. You spent it recklessly. The universe noticed.”
The universe. The way he said it made my spine shiver.
“You said something heard me.” My voice steadied. Barely. “What does that mean?”
“It means the bond between you and me isn’t... clean.” He exhaled through his nose, looking toward the violet-bleeding sky. “When
you pulled, when you ach
