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was all I could manage to say, because that damned heat was spreading through my cheeks again.
Blushing. The word held no relevance to me, ever. Now it was becoming an annoyingly bad habit. I almost wished he’d said yes.
My scars didn’t bother me in a self-conscious manner. Half my body was covered in them. There wasn’t anything I would ever be able to do about that. It wasn’t as if I’d asked for them, but they were a part of me.
I had come to terms with this years ago. I’d never really considered what an outsider might have to think about them. Being called beautiful wouldn’t have come to mind, but I didn’t want to think too much into that. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was sleep.
Without caring what he thought, I dragged down the left corner of his comforter and climbed up onto the bed.
I had to withhold another sigh when his mattress conformed to the shape and weight of my body.
This was by far the softest thing I had ever laid on. And his pillows were like balls of fluff. I dragged the blanket up to my shoulders then tucked it beneath my arms.
Letting my lids fold over, I snuggled down and prepared for a hopefully uneventful night of slumber.
Luce’s soft chuckle had my stomach flipping. This was becoming a common occurrence when it came to him.
I heard him moving, but I didn’t open my eyes. If this was the part where he killed me, at least I would be free of A.R.C. There was a deeply rooted part of me that still believed he’d never do that, though.
The bed dipped, and I tensed slightly.
I took a quiet breath then slowly let it out. There was enough space between us that we couldn’t so much as breathe on one another without effort.
“You are exactly what I thought you were, and nothing I could have ever fucking expected.”
Whatever he meant by that I would have to figure out when my brain was more than exhausted mush.
The eerie silence could only mean it was either very late or too early. I peeled open my eyes and allowed them to adjust to the darkness within the room. Luce had shut off the lamp.
I could feel his presence behind me. His heated aura. The smell of him. He was close, way closer than he should have been. I angled my chin so that I could look over my shoulder and froze. It wasn’t him who’d moved all the way across the bed. I’d somehow wound up on his side.
If I had to guess, Luce was lying on his back, and though his breathing was even, I had a feeling he wasn’t asleep.
There wasn’t any way to roll back to my side of the bed without being completely obvious, so I slowly lowered my head, lying on a pillow that only he could have put here.
His sporadic acts of kindness contradicted what I knew to be true about him. Luce was not a nice person.
I didn’t need to debunk any rumors to tell me that. There was no way he would be so feared if he were.
Him being heir to the Badlands was evidence enough.
His family was brutal.
I couldn’t care less about any of that. The Savage faction had never instilled the fear in me it seemed to drive into everyone else. I was more concerned with the ignorance spewed about who they were.
I didn’t know Lucifuge Deville, but I wanted to. Even if he decided not to keep me, educating myself and learning who he was wouldn’t be a bad move.
Hindsight: I should have thought more about this when I wasn’t half asleep.
Foresight: If I wanted to get to know Lucifuge and his companions, I was going to have let them get to know me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next time I opened my eyes, Luce was no longer in bed. I hadn’t rolled over to confirm this, but I couldn’t sense him behind me anymore.
The hustle and bustle of activity outside the room alerted me that it was daylight, or at least time to get up. I couldn’t believe I’d slept so soundly. That never happened.
Hearing the familiar sound of running water, I sat up and pushed my hair out of my face.
