Lena's pov
I raced down the stairs, my feet treading heavily on the stairs as I descended down, anticipation on my face, just before meeting Mercy alone in the dinning room.
Disappointment clouds my features and I don't bother hiding my crestfallen expression when suddenly I'm lifted up into the air. My heart races as I find myself seated on strong, powerful shoulders that carry me with ease.
Lucien.
"I'm here now, you don't have to sob about my disappearance" I look down seeing his mass of dark curls, swallowing seeing his biceps curled around my legs to keep me in place, his muscles strong and taunt as he moved.
I humph, pretending like my lower stomach didn't form knots just by noting the tinge of tease in the tone of his dark sinful voice I've missed hearing. f*****g mate bon
