Chapter 40:
Lucien’s POV
The rain had finally stopped falling, leaving the city wet and gleaming under the light of the moon. From the balcony of his penthouse, he’d claimed as his temporary residence, Lucien watched humans as they walked, unaware of the predator standing above them.
He preferred nights after storms. They made everything clean: streets, scents, tracks. You could almost believe the world had forgotten what came before.
Almost.
He lifted the glass of dark wine to his lips and spoke without turning. “Report.”
Cobin’s voice came from behind him, quiet and respectful. “She's home. And as expected, we delivered the message to the human.”
Lucien’s mouth curved. “And?”
“She reacted exactly as you said she would, probably tried to rationalize it– typical foolish human respo
