Chapter 72 –The first spark
Rina
Morning sunlight streamed softly through the cream curtains of Lucian's room our room now. The warmth touched my bare shoulders where the night's silk strap had slipped, and I stirred against the pillow, hearing faint footsteps retreat down the hall. One of the staff, probably setting out breakfast for the twins.
I blinked sleepily and turned, the faint scent of Lucian's cologne clinging to the sheets beside me. It was ridiculous how even his absence filled the room. Everything here seemed to carry a trace of him from the subtle wood and musk in the air to the faint echo of his deep voice that still lingered in my mind.
