CHAPTER 60
LUCIEN’S POV:
I stood before the full-length mirror as I fixed the ridiculous tie that Matteo demanded I wear because it would make me seem more professional.
After several minutes of fumbling, trying and failing to figure out the death contraption, I growled in frustration, ripping it from my neck and tossing it behind me.
I popped open the first two buttons on my shirt and sighed in relief.
“Now this is much better,” I said to myself.
Putting on the rest of my clothes, I ran my hands through my slightly overgrown hair, which was long due for another haircut. A quick flashback of delicate hands pulling at the tresses made blood rush south, prompting me to close my eyes and groan.
“Get out of my head,” I whispered, willing the image to disappear.
When my mind calmed,
