Naomi’s Pov

We moved into Lucian’s residence, and a strange sensation crept over my heart. Relief? Uncertainty? Fear? Perhaps a little of each.

I'd hoped it would not go according to plan.

For days, I'd fantasized about the worst. Lucian took me in and locked me in a dark room, punishing me for my wrongdoings, or, worse, looking at me with hatred in his eyes.

But that hasn’t happened.

Rather, he'd taken me in with arms open.

I took my position in the grand entrance hall, dim ...