Chapter 39
The steady tick tock of a nearby grandfather clock lulled Lucien in and out of sleep. Occasionally, he heard sounds in the large home: rustling of papers, soft voices, the clicking of heels, but he couldn’t put any order to them. Was it night? Day? The t*****e and the magical spell Liane had surrounded him with dulled not only his magic, but his vampire senses, too.
At first he had tried to stay alert, but dreams came too easily. Sometimes, he was back in Ireland as a child with his mother sitting on her lap while she sang a lullaby, or there was the dream where his father taught him to hunt. There were also dreams of Eve, and he liked these the best. A few times he even dreamed of Charlie, who had become the closest thing he had ever had to a best friend. These were the nicer
