Chapter 95 Queen Of Smoke And Steel

• The sheets still held the heat of their bodies, but Amara was already up. Naked and radiant in the half-light, she stood at the edge of the bedroom, her silhouette a living weapon carved from moonlight and war. The robe Lucien had dropped hours ago lay forgotten, trampled in the path of their hunger.
• She sipped coffee in silence, eyes on the skyline as dawn bled red over the city.
• Lucien watched her from the bed, one arm behind his head, bruised and marked with the proof of her. His voice was a quiet rasp. "You're not going to rest?"