Chapter Forty-Seven

~Elias~ 

I woke up with the taste of warmth still clinging to my skin. For a moment, I thought he’s be gone. That the spot next to me would be cold, empty—just a dream. But there he was. 

Lucien. 

He was lying so still, breathing so deeply, long lashes brushing against his cheek as if the weig...

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