Allison's POV
Lucian's pupils dilated sharply, like ice cracking across a frozen lake.
His eyes were a deep, unnatural red now, glowing with something primal, something dangerous. Water clung to his lashes, dripping down his cheek in a way that almost resembled a tear. Almost.
Then, without warning, his hand shot out and fisted the front of my blouse.
"Lucian, what—?"
Before I could finish the sentence, he yanked—hard.
Pearl buttons flew like shrapnel, one bouncing off the edge of the tub and skidding across the tile. I gasped as cold air hit my skin, the fabric gaping wide, exposing my lace bra like we were in some twisted soap opera.
“Are you out of your mind?” I shouted, scrambling to shield myself.
But he wasn't hearing me. Or if he was, he didn't care.
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