Lucien’s POV.
My eyes were glued to the pretty lady in my arms. I watched her sleep, watched the soft rise and fall of her chest and the way her brows tightened as if she was dreaming about something.
It wasn’t a nightmare so I didn’t bother to wake her up. Even as I looked at her, I didn’t see the face of the woman I hated, I didn’t see Kayla’s face but her own face, Sophia. The woman I had given everything to bring back from death.
I’d done everything possible to make sure she was revived. Thinking about it now, I even had to go on my knees in front of an enemy, begging for her to be saved. I’d never forget that day.
Brynn had said she wouldn’t make it past an hour. That she’d be dead before they even started anything after we stole her body. I remembered the absolute fright of los
