God, there was an undeniable power in Lucien’s voice. It rolled over my skin, hot enough to prickle, hot enough to make my stomach lurch. The second my head snapped up and found him standing there, my heart seized in my chest.
It was the first time I’d ever seen him dressed this casually. Black pants, clean lines that hugged his frame in ways that made it impossible not to look away. A white tee clung to him, dipping low enough to reveal the dark shadow of hair at his sternum—just a trace, a tease, enough to make me swallow hard. A black coat hung open over his shoulders, careless but deliberate. Effortless. Effortless and beautiful. And he smelled good too—woodsy, smoky, the kind of scent that wrapped itself around you and refused to let go.
And his eyes—God, those eyes. Intense. Relen
