Lucian
It was finally time to return to the Nighthorn Mansion.
I could feel Mara’s tension before we even packed the car. Her body was quiet, her smiles smaller, her gaze distant. She didn’t like that place, and I didn’t blame her. But she was strong—too strong. She hid her discomfort behind composure so well, most people wouldn't see it.
But I saw it.
So before we left, I made love to her. Not rushed, not demanding—just to remind her she wasn’t walking into that house alone.
The drive back was mostly silent. Comfortable, but thoughtful. My hand rested on her bare thigh, stroking her skin in slow circles while I steered with the other. She let out a soft exhale, the kind that told me my touch still calmed her—and maybe even excited her. I smiled to myself. Even now, the smallest react
