Celia wasn’t sure how long they lay there, Lucas’s fingers absently combing through her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. His touch was steady and grounding, a quiet reassurance that he was really here. She tried not to think about the angry burns on Kiernan’s arms or the look Darcy had given her, shock and disbelief sharp in her eyes.
“I want to talk to Kiernan,” she said finally.
“Okay.” Lucas answered without hesitation, though he didn’t move to get up. His arm tightened slightly around her. “Whenever you want. I’m sure he’s not upset.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “How do you know?”
He shrugged lightly. “Because he doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge. And because Landon’s planning to make him beta.”
She blinked. “I thought…” She hesitated, the thought fee
