Chapter 36 Use Me, Beautiful
- Amara sat on the edge of her bed, bare legs crossed, hair tousled from sleep—or maybe from war. She held a single cigarette between her fingers, unlit, but the temptation was there.
- Lucien leaned against the doorway, shirtless, bruised, still recovering from the way she'd ridden him like he was nothing but a weapon to be spent.
- Because he was.