When he saw her, he smiled gently, as if her presence there was the most natural thing in the world.
"What are you doing here?" he asked softly.
Lana stared at him, dazed, before realizing something strange.
'I… I can move again.' Taking a steadying breath, she forced herself to speak.
"I entered the wrong room," she said quietly.
Lucian nodded calmly. "It happens."
As he spoke, the towel he had been using to dry his hair slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.
He bent down slowly to pick it up, and without meaning to, Lana's gaze drifted.
She froze.
The faint outline beneath the bathrobe, the firm lines of his body... her mind went blank. Heat rushed to her face, and an absurd thought flashed through her head.
'If I turn into my silver cat form…'
The urge was so overwhelming that she took a step toward him without realizing it.
Lucian noticed and looked at her with mild confusion, his eyes still gentle.
