Chapter 51

Iris

From now on, I think my mornings are going to change a lot. Instead of waking up to the cold prison cell, I open my eyes to the smell of bacon. When I follow it, I find a shirtless Lucien cooking me breakfast.

Yes. Shirtless.

Wings tucked behind him. Muscles flexing with every movement. Bed hair. His sweatpants hang low on his hips and I don’t even want to talk about the way the morning sunli