#Chapter75
His stomach let out a squeal of protest at the thought of stomaching something, constricting painfully. He shook his head. Heaved out a deep sigh and brushed the bits of sleep from his eyes. /"Thanks, babes, but no thanks./"
Closing the lid on his device, the music dying, Lucien swung his legs to the floor and straightened up. /"Angel had to go into work. Something about recounting the money in the safe and reviewing the security footage, but he said I have to look after you./"
/"Shouldn't I be looking after you?/"
/"Probably, but we'll humour him. He thinks you're fragile right now?/"
/"And you don't? I do. I think I'm broken./"
