CHAPTER 58
STORM’S POV:
“Let go of me,” I threatened, my chest rising and falling as I fell asleep. I struggled to get my wrist out of his tight but surprisingly soft grip.
But even while injured, Lucien showed me how superior and powerful he was against me. The weapon I had tried to kill him with fell to the ground with a loud clunk. I looked down at the only way to my salvation, willing myself to remain calm and not let him get into my head. But it was impossible.
His annoying scent alone was enough to drive me insane. I was tempted to leave closer to his warm body, to inhale his sweet scent and bask in his warmth forever.
Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet him and found he was already staring at me intently with something akin to fire in his sharp gaze. Slate grey eyes swirling an
