The morning light was a traitor even though it was pale from the winter. It slipped through the curtains of the bedroom like a thief, stealing the last remnants of darkness.
When Ruelle's lashes fluttered open it took her a moment to realise where she was. As warm breath feathered the back of her neck, soon she became aware of the arm resting securely around her waist. Holding her close enough that she could feel the slow rise and fall of Lucian's chest behind her.
The quiet was shattered by a knock at the door and Ruelle stiffened. Peyton.
As if sensing her panic, Lucian murmured, "Breathe."
Ruelle let out the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. She pushed herself upright and beside her, Lucian did the same. Another knock followed which was firmer this time.
"Master Lucian, the minister's assistant is looking for Miss Ruelle," it was Maude, who stood on the other side of the door.
