To Being the Death of You

It was a step further. A step fiether than any of them thought they could ever go. A step further than Lucan had ever dared to go in his entire life. And it made him nervous. It made him want to run away and hide. Run away to war where he was most comfortable. With blood and severed heads and blood-stained swords. Not flowers. Not beautiful dresses. Not slabs of embroidery and a breathtaking woman.

Adeline met his eyes, unsure of what to say. She would be lying if she said she had not seen it somewhere in his eyes before now. Or that she did not know he felt something a little more rhe night he had come to her chamber, basically begging to be loved.

There was a difference between Lucan and any other man, and it was that Lucan definitely did not need to be begged to be loved.

But she also knew……