LEAH
The air outside bites softly against my skin as I step out.
I hesitate for a moment at the door, curling my fingers around the hem of the dress Lucian gave me. The dress makes me feel different. It fits like it was made just for me, hugging my body in the right places.
Lucian stands by the car, tall and imposing in a black shirt rolled at the sleeves and matching pants. His hair is still rough from sleep, and his eyes are piercing.
His gaze lifts the moment he sees me, his eyes scanning me throughly.
"You look... perfect," he says, voice smooth, low, and dangerously soft "Emerald suits you."
Heat rushes to my cheeks. I murmur a quiet, "Thank you," as I glance down, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve.
To my surprise, he steps forward and opens the car door, holding it like
