LUCIAN'S POV
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Mine. Mine. Mine.
The tips of my fingers dig into the stone wall as I stare out of the kitchen window. I only came in here to ask what's for dinner, but then I spot her. I spot them. "Lucian dear, shoo out of my kitchen." Metilla, the head chef, whines. I can hear her, but she sounds so far away as I watch my mate and her friend. There has to be something going on between them. He studies her face, and I push the window open slowly, and as quietly as possible. I don't want her to know I'm watching.
"Now that I gave you purpose, perhaps you could teach me a thig about being a dreamer." Zyran grins. He's grinning at my mate. A rosy shade creeps over her cheeks. Her defined cheekbones looks so soft. They are that soft.
"I can teach you how to paint, if you want." Her voic
