LUCIAN'S POV
The morning hit like a slap. I opened my eyes, squinting against the morning light filtering through the curtains, and I felt warmth—someone was in my arms. I looked down at my chest and it was her, Teresa. Her head rested on my chest, her breath soft against my skin. And we were both…naked. My stomach dropped.
What the hell? Why was she here? Flashes of last night began to tear through my mind and my heart sunk deeper. I remembered the fight—Ares and I were having a heated argument about Teresa, and then I caught a whiff of her scent, she had been following me, her presence made Ares more desperate and then he surged forward, overpowering me completely. He'd taken control. I'd been helpless against him.
