~LENORA'S POV
I shouldn't have been thinking about Zephyr.
It wasn't proper, and it was certainly not wise, yet the image of him standing under Lucian's shower, with water running down his body had followed me long after that day.
I had not meant to walk in on him. I had not meant to stand and stare either, but for some reason, my feet felt rooted, taking in the way his pace increased whenever he moaned my name… nickname.
I felt so embarrassed when he caught me staring. How do I face him after that? What if he thinks I'm some pervert or creep who enjoys voyeurism?
The sound of leather being tightened pulled me back to myself, as my gaze followed the sound.
Lucian was seated at the edge of the bed, fastening the straps of his boot with the quiet patience of someone who always knows where he is going.
The morning light did not soften him. It never did. It simply revealed the sharpness that was already there.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
