Chapter 57 Aftershocks
- The door clicked shut behind them.
- Outside, the gala still shimmered—laughter and orchestra strings rising through the air like smoke. But in this room, time held its breath.
- Amara leaned against the edge of the chaise, still half-dressed, her skin flushed, her lips swollen from his mouth. Lucien stood across from her, shirt hanging open, belt forgotten somewhere on the floor.