After a much-needed shower, Lucian stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, feeling the steamy warmth quickly cool against the air in the room. To his relief, he found the room empty Rose was gone. He let out a deep sigh, one hand on his chest. Good. I'm not sure I could survive any more of this early-morning interrogation, he thought wryly. That was one emotionally charged start to the day.
Shaking off the tension that still clung to him, Lucian walked over to his wardrobe and pulled open a drawer, rummaging for a shirt. He found a pair of his favorite pants and a classic button-up shirt in a deep, rich blue. Holding them up, he smirked slightly, admiring the sharp contrast of the colors. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and couldn't resist. A low, self-deprecating whistle escaped his lips as he shook his head with mock sadness.
