Gianna

In the morning, I’m woken up by the feel of Lucien’s hands on me.

I open my eyes and stare at him in the face. He’s leaning over me, watching me curiously. Only the goddess knows how this proximity affects me. It makes me remember the terrible evening we spent together, one I’ve struggled so hard to forget but that always plagues me.

I draw back and for some reason, that’s enough for him to stand up straight. In an almost detached way, he tells me, “We’re leaving in a ...