**~Lucien's POV~**
I've never slept so comfortably in my life.
Last night was… different. Too different.
Maybe it was her soft, warm body pressed against mine instead of the cold wrath that usually lives in me.
My eyes fluttered open and met her face — her maddeningly gorgeous face. Damn, she's beautiful. I may not see her in a romantic way, but even I can't deny what she is — pure beauty.
Her soft blonde hair fell loosely over her cheek, and her blue eyes, though closed, still held that strange calm that makes me forget myself for a moment. She's the epitome of beauty itself.
I tore my gaze away before I did something stupid. Like brush that strand of hair off her face. I swallowed hard, stood, and began getting ready for the day.
Today, the guards would go out to trace Azazel — and I needed to be with them. I had to stay updated, had to track her every move. After all, it would be me who takes her life.
