Trust you?
Trust you to do what?
Ronan...
As soon as Lucien opened his eyes, a searing pain stabbed into his skull.
The man rolled to the side and pressed at the aching spot between his brows.
What a terrible headache. And his whole body was sore too. He felt as if he had been beaten back and blue overnight. Only that he had not.
Next to him, the bed was empty.
Ronan had already left, only his scent lingered behind.
Lucien crawled to the edge of the king-sized bed. When he looked down at the carpeted floor, a wave of dizziness attacked him and he slumped against the bed again.
"Lulu."
Ronan's voice was loud and clear, followed by a warm hand on his cheek.
A moment later, Lucien was dragged back to the bed and tucked in properly under the quilt.
"The Healer said that you are exhausted from the memorial service preparation. You should rest a lot this week."
"..."
