Chapter 70 Vows And Vengeance
- The morning light broke over the estate like gold bleeding across glass, but there was no peace in it.
- Lucien lay tangled around Amara, his breath warm against the back of her neck, one arm thrown across her waist as if anchoring her to him. She hadn’t moved in the last hour. Neither had he. But they were both wide awake.
- Not from fear.