Chapter 50 Wounds And Worship
- The fire had burned out in the hearth, but the heat in the room still simmered.
- Lucien lay on his back, chest rising and falling, still marked by her nails. Amara sat beside him, legs tucked beneath her, a silk robe wrapped around her waist but open enough to expose the bite marks blooming across her collarbone. Her eyes weren’t soft. Not now.
- They were searching.