Gianna

Tears trail down my cheeks as I lie underneath Lucien. He stares at me with despair written all over his face but at the moment, there’s nothing he can do about it.

I can’t do a thing, either.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers to me. “Please, Gianna. Look at me. Keep your eyes only on me.”

I nod but it’s hard for me to focus when there are so many eyes on us and we’re about to do something completely private in front of Marcus and all his men.

Marcus yawns dramatically. ...