The bathroom was thick with steam, but it was nothing compared to the heat curling in Elara’s stomach.
She stepped out of the massive marble tub, her skin flushed and tingling. The terror of the mountain was gone, replaced by a thrumming, electric energy. She dried off and slipped into the black silk robe Lucian had left for her. It was absurdly large, the hem pooling around her ankles, the lapels slipping dangerously off her bare shoulder, smelling intensely of his dark cedar and spice musk.
She didn't tie the belt tightly. She didn't want to.
Elara opened the door and stepped out into the dim expanse of the penthouse.
Lucian was sitting on a massive dark leather sofa overlooking the glittering, snow-dusted skyline of Lyon. He had shed the heavy winter gear. He wore only a pair of l
