LUCIAN'S POV
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People say tomorrow isn't promised, but as I sit on the balcony, staring up at the twinkling stars with my mate in my lap, half naked, half sleepy and totally mine, I can feel that it is promised, not to me alone, but to us. Tomorrow, when we start anew, then she'll be fully mine. She asked why I wouldn't mark her, and I just told her to wait. I have bigger plans for that, more special plans, something that doesn't involve me shaking my best friend's manor and probably shifting the foundation of this home.
I lift Caroline into my arms as I stand, and put her in the bed before heading downstairs for a cup of water. Returning to bed, I meet Millard on the stairs, sitting on the top one of my floor, but on the bottom one of his floor that's above ours.
"You good?" My brow
