Lucien's POV

I only felt like tearing Dante apart. Of all the perfect moments, he had to choose now? My fist itched to connect with his smug face—especially if he had woken her.

I turned back quickly, hoping she was still asleep. But instead, I found myself staring into wide ocean-blue eyes, her nervous expression freezing me in place. For a breath, our gazes locked, electricity sparking in the silence. Then she panicked, pulling away so suddenly she almost rolled off the bed.

I ...