Lucian sat on the soft leather couch in Damien’s penthouse lounge. The space was wide and open, with large glass windows that let the city lights spill inside. But Lucian wasn’t looking at the view. His gaze was fixed on the glass of red wine in his hand. The drink swirled slowly as he moved his wrist, but he hadn’t taken a sip yet.
The room smelled faintly of the wine, the rich scent mixing with the cool night air that drifted in through the open window.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway, and soon Damien stepped into the lounge. He was dressed in dark jeans and a simple shirt, his hair a little messy like he’d been running his hands through it.
“Well,” Damien said with a grin as he dropped into the chair across from Lucian. “It’s done. The picture’s been brought down.”
Lucian’s eyes l
