Chapter 122 Damian cross

I woke to an empty bed.

The sheets beside me were cold, the pillow still dented from where Lucien had lain. I reached out, my fingers brushing the empty space, and felt a familiar twist in my chest. He hadn't come back to bed. Neither had Vincent or Zane.

The clock on the nightstand read 7:42 AM. P...

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