*Lucian*
I awaken with a start. Usually, I don’t sleep when I come to the estate because the dreams are so disturbing. I’m always being chased, trying to hide...
But it isn’t a dream that wakes me this time.
I look down at the she-wolf sprawled halfway over my body, her small hand curled in the center of my chest. If I hadn’t encountered her maidenhead, I would think she was as experienced as any courtesan. But then I’m not surprised that she isn’t timid. Not my Evangeline.
My Evangeline. She isn’t mine. At least not beyond our time at Heatherwood.
True to the brand that marks me as a thief, I’m stealing moments with her, moments that don’t rightfully belong to me. I should resist her, but I have no regrets. I would always wonder. And now I know. In all things, she is incredib
