The air beyond Lucian’s chambers was chillier than it would be otherwise, or perhaps that was simply the impact of the storm raging inside me. My heart was still hammering from that last moment, from the way his fingers had skimmed my skin, from the way his words had clung to me as if they belonged. I hated how quickly he unraveled me.
I trudged down the dark hall, warding away the heaviness of our exchange, but it clung to me stubbornly and tenaciously. And he had stood there, completely still, completely unfazed, as though he knew I would return.
That arrogance. That confidence.
It made me want to scream.
Or worse—turn back around.
No. I needed space. I needed air.
The halls were quiet, the majority of the pack already tucked in for the night. But I wasn’t ready for sleep. Not with
