Lucan closed his eyes as he sank further into the bath, his chest heaving. Claude was singing one of his favourite songs, one about a woman who had butchered her husband and kept his dead body as a puppet since it would make him obey her.
A small smile lifted his lips. A puppet. He could almost imagine Adeline becoming more like that. As submissive as his very favourite Claude right here.
His eyes opened, and he turned to the woman. She was still wearing the red dress, and all he could imagine was seeing Adeline in it, her lips parted as she moaned his name.
He sighed, closing his eyes. His ego had suffered enough today, but at least, he had fought to bring her back to life. She would not reakize it now, but he had won. He was not letting her slip away like that.
Claude moved further as she fi……
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