CHAPTER 124
Isabella climbed onto the plush duvet, the white terry cloth of her robe contrasting sharply against the dark silk of the bedding.
She tucked her legs beneath her, feeling suddenly very small in the center of the massive bed.
She watched him with wide, curious eyes, her shyness still making her pulse skip a beat every time his shadow fell over her.
Lucian lifted the heavy silver tray with a stiff, calculated grace, placing the tray carefully over her lap, the legs of the stand sinking into the soft mattress.
The scent of the food swirled between them. He settled onto the edge of the mattress, movements agonizingly slow to keep the wounds on his chest from tearing further.
He sat close—close enough that Isabella would not suspect something was wrong again. His eyes tracking the way a stray drop of water rolled down her neck from her damp hair.
