Chapter 17 Kingdoms Crumble Quietly

• Lucien didn’t sleep.
• The image of her haunted him through the night. The curve of her jaw, the weight in her stare, the quiet tilt of her head as if she knew exactly what seeing her would do to him. He told himself it was annoyance. He told himself it was possession. A beautiful woman. Rafael’s woman. That was all. And yet, when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t the black silk that clung to her skin or the heat in her gait that kept him awake. It was her eyes. Those goddamn eyes. He’d seen them somewhere before. Not just in dreams. Not in the arms of strangers. But in another lifetime—one he didn’t want to remember.
• Amara.