Lucien’s POV
The voice cracked through my dream like a whip, yanking me out of the warmth and throwing me into the cold, cruel grip of reality. My eyes flew open, my breath heavy and erratic, my body aching with frustration and longing. I sat up with a start, only to find Nana standing at the edge of my bed, her brow furrowed and arms crossed. That was all a dream. No!!! Why would Nana walk in and destroy such a beautiful moment.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
I blinked, still caught between the dream and reality. “What do you mean, what am I doing?” I growled, running a hand through my sweat-dampened hair.
“You were moaning,” she said bluntly, her tone making it clear she wasn’t going to let it slide. “Loudly. In your sleep. That’s… not something I’ve
