LEAH
The first thing I feel when I wake up is warmth, cozy and homely. Lucian’s heavy arm is still around me, his steady heartbeat thudding underneath my cheek. For a blissful moment, I don’t move. I let myself exist in the quiet home of his arm, his beautiful scent, and the soft rise and fall of his chest. As my eyes struggle to stay open, still lazy from sleep, I can't help but feel the safety of being here, with him.
But then reality seeps in. There’s the case of the battle that almost killed Lucian at the council, the portal, and Emily-Donna's words still echoing like poison in my mind. What an irony. A moment of peace in the midst of boiling chaos.
I lift my head slightly. Lucian stirs, his eyes half-lidded but alert the second my weight shifts.
“Good morning,” I whisper. His g
