Prologue
Lucien blinks rapidly at a blurry figure as he awakens.
“Oh good, you’re finally up. I would tell you to clear the mess but, you’re currently very, incapacitated, let’s say,” the cruel, dark voice says.
Lucien blinks again as he awakens.
Then the pain, dulled on its edges and striking. His eye. Oh gods, his eye.
“I suppose that will take some getting used to, wouldn’t it?”
Lucien would have snarled, but his senses were going into an overdrive.
The other, undoubtedly male, sighs.
A press of fingers to his cheek and Lucien flinches away, automatically calling his flames to his hands but-
“Oh gods,” he breathes out, staring down at his chains, lifting a shoulder to his eye to wipe away the blood, tender flesh screaming in protest.
And there stood in all his bastard glory, High Lord of the Night Court, winking devilishly.