Chapter 350 Nightmares

• Lucien Delano was in his study.
• He had not been able to go to sleep.
• Somehow, the sight of the huge bed stretched out before him like an uninviting desert. Barren, cold and empty. He rubbed a hand over his jaw, which was already stubbled. The knowledge that Proserpina, his Woman, was asleep in the room nearby, on the floor below, made him restless. He knew in his heart of hearts that she was also longing for him as much as he was.