Chapter 34

Lucian

It was finally time to return to the Nighthorn Mansion.

I could feel Mara’s tension before we even packed the car. Her body was quiet, her smiles smaller, her gaze distant. She

didn’t like that place, and I didn’t blame her. But she was strong-too strong. She hid her discomfort behind composure so well, most people wouldn’t see it.

But I saw it.

So before we left, I made love to her. Not rushed, not demanding-just to remind her she wasn’t walking into that house

alone.