SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

The only sound in the room below the hatch is that of a deafening silence, as Lucien and I sit facing each other. His last words echo in my head, as the meaning of them bites back at me with a cruel smile.

I've heard rumors of how he is in bed. Every girl who had the honor of spending the night with him raved on and on about him, how big he is, and how dominant he is. I remembered the days and weeks of having to listen in on their droning about how much of a sex god he ...