Bleeding Knuckles

Lydia's pov

I sit in Vargas's office, huddled on the edge of a stiff leather chair. Lucian's oversized, expensive suit coat swallows my upper body. I pull the lapels tighter around my chest to ward off the chill. The thick fabric smells like him. Dark cologne, sharp tobacco, and raw masculine aggression. The scent clings to my trembling skin. It traps me. Even when he is not in the room, his dark