Mara
I found him on the couch, sitting quietly, a man holding too much inside. His face was blank, but I could feel him—still, waiting, tightly wound.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, legs resting at his sides. I cupped his face and made him look up at me. His eyes were quiet, but beneath that calm was heat. Emotion. Need.
I leaned down and kissed him. Deep. Slow. Certain.
“I love you, Lucian,” I whispered against his lips. “Don’t ever forget that.”
He didn’t speak.
“I might’ve crushed on your brother for years, but I never loved him. I fell in love with you. We’re bound, Lucian. There’s nothing to worry about where my heart is concerned.”
Still silent.
I pressed my forehead against his. “Right now, what matters is finding out who’s trying to kill you. Because that’s the thr
