[Ava's POV]
I woke to silk against my skin. The sheets clung to me like liquid shadows, smooth and cool, slipping over every curve as I stirred. My head still swam from the haze Lucien had pressed into me, the kiss, the sweetness, the way the world had tilted into black.
When I finally blinked awake, I was not on the dinning table anymore.
The room was a den, not a palace. The air smelled of leather, grease, and wild musk. A single bare bulb cast harsh light on the scarred wooden floor and grimy, reinforced windows. A low fire crackled in a rough stone hearth, its heat dry and primal. This wasn't a gilded cage; it was a territory, marked by strength and worn smooth by the pack.
I shifted, and the movement sent a shiver rushing through me. My breath caught when I saw the big mirror on t
