"Why are you buried underneath the blankets? You could have suffocated!" Was the first thing Lucien asked once he'd broken our kiss.
I blushed. "I... I was afraid...of..." I mumbled the rest, ashamed. Me, an eighteen-year-old girl, was afraid of staying at home alone during a rainstorm. What was I? A baby?
"Afraid of what, love?" Lucien questioned gently. He pushed the dark strands of hair from my face, cupping my cheek. His eyes had flecks of black in them, a sign that he had been holding Caspian back. I badly wanted to ask what had happened with the Rogue King, but I held my tongue.
"I... I don't like staying home alone...it brings back memories of...David at night..." I mumbled.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not everyone likes staying home alone." Lucien kissed me again.
