Tyrith

I opened my eyes to an unknown ceiling. The halo glow from the neon light of the rectangular bulb peered down on the bed. I shifted, freezing when my body ached. Bits and pieces of memory returned. Lucian and I on the bed. Us on the floor. In the bathroom. The kitchen area. We did nothing but ate, slept, and have sex. I sat up to find Lucian perched at the end of the bed.

“Ryder will be here shortly.” His voice low and dangerous. The same tone he used with me back in college. “You should be showered and clothed by then.”

I hated that tone. It was the note he used when I pissed him off. So, we slept together. What was so wrong in helping him through his rut? He should be thanking me.

Fucking bastard!

I gripped the duvet. “I don’t have any clothes.”

The ones I wore were God knows where.

Lucian rose to his feet. “There are clothes in the closet. Wear that until you get home.” With that, he walked out of the room, dismissing me. Not even a backward glance.

And we were back to bein