Chapter 8: Something Changed
The ice cream had melted by the time he got upstairs.
He hadn’t touched it.
Not yet.
It sat on the nightstand, untouched in its gilded bowl, a neat silver spoon resting beside it like an afterthought. The kind of thing one could have simply because they asked. Just like Sera said.
Darling, you can have anything.
Lucas closed the door behind him with a soft click.
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Silence returned to the room, this time not the cold, dangerous silence of the Velloran estate, but something more comfortable that allowed his mind to rest.
The chamber was beautiful. Ivory panels. Heavy curtains. A bed too wide for one person and pillows that smelled faintly of lavender. There was a fireplace built into the wall, flickering low, and the bathroom door stood open like a gentle invitation.
He was accustomed to luxury, and he snickered at the realization that he despised it, but Sera had obtained the impossible. The design was elegant enough to make him feel at peace.
He walked to the mirror first.
Not because he wanted to. But because some part of him needed to see, to check if this was a dream or reality.
The light inside the bathroom was soft. Not cruel. Not the kind of clinical white he remembered from the medlabs Christian had ordered him to after every failed heat. This light was warmer. But it still showed everything.