Lucian's POV
I woke with a start, my head pounding slightly.
The room was bathed in early morning light, and I reached across the bed, expecting to find Allison's warm body beside me.
My hand met only cold sheets.
"Allison?" I called out, my voice still thick with sleep.
Silence greeted me.
I sat up, blinking away the remnants of what felt like an unusually deep slumber.
The events of last night flooded back—Allison's seductive invitation, the candlelit dinner, the way she'd given herself to me completely, repeatedly, throughout the house.
My body stirred at the memory, but concern quickly overrode desire.
"Allison?" I called again, louder this time.
Standing, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and moved through our bedroom suite.
The bathroom was empty, he
