“Damn it,” Lucien cursed quietly as he laid awake in bed, eyes wide open and colored sunlight streamed in through the room’s large windows. The curtains were drawn but he knew it was well past morning by now. He remained in bed, staring at the familiar patterns of the ceiling. His mind was nothing less than a tornado of thoughts, all jumbled up and making him go crazy.For the hundreath time since he had gotten into bed, he tossed and turned, another groan escaping his lips.

What on earth ...