Mara
Lucian was up early the next morning. His movement stirred me awake, and I blinked at the clock on the side table. Seven a.m.
“So early?” I grumbled.
He chuckled, pulling on a shirt. “I always go to work this early. You just never cared enough to notice.”
I smiled sleepily. “You’re right.”
He leaned over and kissed my temple. “I’ve told Austin to bring your breakfast and lunch here. You don’t need to go to the dining table without me.”
I perked up at that. “Why?”
“Because I know you’re resuming training with Darian today, and I’d rather not have you facing the full Nighthorn circus before that,” he said, buttoning his cuff. “Once you’re done, meet me at Steel Corp.”
I frowned, sitting up. “Why?”
He gave me a crooked smile. “Because we’re going house-hunting.”
I blinked. “You
