Mara
I wanted to go back to the holiday house. Hide in the silence. Wait for Lucian like I was still the girl who didn’t know better. But I wasn’t that girl anymore—and Lucian would’ve hated it if I’d ignored his orders.
So, I headed to the one place I didn’t want to be.
The Nighthorn mansion.
My hands trembled on the wheel as I drove. My chest felt hollow. This day was supposed to be beautiful, but fate had other plans. Lucian tried to fix it—he tried—but this Saturday had always been marked by something darker.
The time we spent on the cliff felt unreal now. Just him and me, detached from the weight of the world. No politics, no packs, no battles. Just love. Skin on skin. His lips, his touch. For hours, we reaffirmed everything we were to each other.
And now he was flying into dang
