And then... she opened them again. The surroundings had changed completely.
Lana found herself inside her bedroom of Lucian's mansion. Her brows furrowed slightly as unease crept up her spine. 'This… again?'
Something felt off.
She tried to move, but her body refused to cooperate.
Her wrists were bound firmly. Panic flickered briefly in her chest as she struggled, but it was useless. She couldn't break free.
Then the door creaked open.
Lucian stepped in.
Lana's breath caught in her throat, whatever words she had been about to say dying instantly as her gaze froze on him.
He was shirtless.
The sharp lines of his well-defined muscles were illuminated by the soft light filtering through the room.
For a split second, her mind went completely blank, and before she could stop herself, a low whistle escaped her lips.
Lucian paused.
The anger that had been simmering within him faltered slightly, replaced by a flicker of amusement he hadn't expected. 'She still reacts like this…'
