Claire's POV
Lucius walked into the room.
I studied him carefully. His furrowed brow and the "stay away" look on his face showed he was in a terrible mood.
I got up from the bed and walked over to a painting hanging on his bedroom wall.
"These paintings are amazing," I said, desperate to break the awkward silence.
Honestly, I knew nothing about art, but the pieces hanging on his bedroom walls looked expensive enough to pay off my student loans ten times over.
Lucius glanced up, his expression softening slightly. "They're originals. Rothko, Basquiat, and that one's a Monet."
"Oh." I felt my cheeks heat up. Of course they were originals. What else would an Alpha werewolf billionaire have? Posters from Target?
"Are they, um, expensive?"
"These aren't even the valu
