It was early morning.
Julian stood by the cabin window, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, and his hair was still messy from the night.
He was on the phone, speaking quietly with Lily.
"Good," he was saying, his voice cold. "Keep those bastards locked up till I get there."
He cut the call and turned toward the bed. Lyvana was awake, watching him from under the sheets.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked softly.
"You're awake, babe," Julian said, his expression softening as he walked over to her. "How are you feeling?"
She groaned, holding her head. "Like I got hit by a truck."
Julian sat on the edge of the mattress and reached out to brush her hair back.
"I am so sorry you went through that," he said.
Lyvana looked up at him, her face turning a deep shade of pink. "Well... I do remember everything that happened last night," she said with a blush.
"Everything?"
