Chapter 22 TWENTY ONE

(NYRA'S POV)

I dozed off in Lucien’s arms, cocooned in warmth and the faint scent of night air and something distinctly him. When I wake, sunlight spills boldly through the tall windows, bathing the room in gold.

Lucien isn’t beside me.

I push myself up on my elbows, sheets slipping down my waist...

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