After dropping Isla off, I went home. The backseat of my car was filled with so many shopping bags and strangely enough, the guards were nowhere around to help me carry them so I just left them in there. The maids could be hardly seen either which was unusual. I walked inside the eerily quiet living room, wondering where everyone had gone to.
Everyone except for Lucien.
He was sitting there, legs crossed, an unreadable expression on his face and a dangerous air around him. I felt the side of my neck where he’d mark me throb with pain. I’d been feeling that sensation ever since we finished shopping earlier. Lucien’s emotions were unstable.
His eyes were closed, his head tipped back against the sofa as he listened to something. It was only then I realized a song playing softly in the ba
