CHAPTER 39
Storm’s POV:
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the pounding of my fear. Lucien.
He was here.
I'd been so sure he was still in Italy after he had ruthlessly abandoned me to a fate of washing and cleaning and to that b***h headmistress. But here he was, standing in this strange room.
A room I wasn't even supposed to be in.
I pressed myself further into the shadows of the closet, my breath catching in my throat. Werewolves had a very keen sense of hearing, and if he was able to detect even a slight thump of my heartbeat, I would be doomed.
Goddess knows what other grotesque fate would befall me.
Out of curiosity about what he was doing, I decided to peek through the small space of the ajar door.
Lucien walked further into the room, his eye
