The warmth of Lucael's embrace had been welcoming. Something I knew that i needed, yet I was so desperate to fight. But the moment his arms were around me, I felt my whole body surrender against him. Despite my fears, I needed him. His mere presence a comfort to me. My hand gripped into the fabric of his shirt, while the slow realization of all the things I had just told my mate clicked into place. I had told him so much. Too much. The man I currently was struggling to trust. The man, who, at present, in my mind could well be no better of a man than my own father. Maybe I was a fool...
I rested my head against the toned chest of Lucael, listening to the now familiar pounding of his heart. Closing my eyes in a bid to compose myself. But, the image of Celeste’s hands on him flickered throu
