Page 93 of Lucian

“What are you doing in here?” Lucian asked.

“This is your room, isn’t it?”

“It is. This home also sports a guest house, small gym, mini library, two entertainment rooms, the indoor pool, and way too much space elsewhere. You could get lost in the hallways alone. Just curious as to why you picked here to hide.”

Jordyn shrugged. “Feels like you.”

“Oh. Well, okay.” Lucian shifted on his feet before stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “You ran out of there pretty quick, so I didn’t get the chance to see how you were feeling.”

“Not particularly well,” Jordyn mumbled into the crook of her arm.

“Yeah,” Lucian drawled lowly. “I didn’t think so. Want to talk?”

“Not really.”

With her eyes covered, Jordyn relied on her hearing to know what Lucian was doing. It was only the sound of the bed shifting that told her he was sitting just a few feet away. She wanted to curl deeper into the hoodie she found in his closet earlier and get lost in the couch. Screw the rest of the world, it didn’t need her right now.

“Jordyn?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you go through my stuff in here?”

“Yes.”

Lucian chuckled. “You can keep the hoodie.”

“Too late. You weren’t getting it back anyway.”

“Great.”

“Also, the weed hidden in the box on the back shelf of your closet is pretty dried out. You should get rid of it. I don’t think it’d be a very good smoke.”

Lucian’s laughter was a balm to her overworked nerves. “Will do. It’s probably been there for ten years now.”

“I thought you slept here on Saturday nights to do the whole breakfast and church thing on Sundays?” Jordyn asked.

“Before you came along, sure. I’ve been a little distracted lately.”

“Family is important, Lucian. Don’t use me as an excuse to skip out on your responsibilities.”

“You sound like my mother,” Lucian replied, sounding entirely disturbed. “I don’t like that. It does nothing but creep me out. Quit before it becomes a habit and I’m stuck with it. If you want to ruin our sex life, that’s a great way to start.”

“She has a point,” Jordyn said with a sigh. “I wouldn’t mind being here on Saturday nights.”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear a thing when you’re regaled with discussions on sleeping in the same bed, sex before marriage, and sin. It will happen, I promise you that. Before you know it, Cecelia will have you convinced the only way you’re going to heaven is if you walk down the aisle in an ivory dress as soon as humanly possible. She can arrange a wedding in a week, including paying off the priest to forget about the required six month couple’s counseling. Do not underestimate the manipulative powers of that woman.”

“I’ll deal with it,” she muttered. “Besides, she’ll probably just bother you.”

“True.”

Finally, Jordyn moved her arm so she could see Lucian. A faint smile played at the edge of his mouth, but the concern in his heady gaze was all too clear.

“He’s really dead, huh?” Jordyn asked in a whisper.

Lucian nodded. “Yeah, bella. Will’s dead. And may he rot in hell where he belongs.”

“You sound angry.”