Selene's POV ~
The sound of footsteps snapped me out of the numbing rhythm of scrubbing tile.
I didn't turn at first. I was too tired. Too angry. Too aware of how exposed I was, kneeling on wet marble with a bell chiming from my throat like I was some docile pet waiting for scraps.
But then I heard the low and amused laugh behind me.
"Well, well," came the voice, playful and deep, "I didn't expect to see this so soon."
I turned my head just enough to see him.
Lucian.
The young of the four Alphas. Sharp where Kael was cold. Grey-eyed, handsome, and dangerous in a different way—like a man who'd smile as he cut you open, just to see how you bled.
His gaze locked on the bell around my neck, and something gleamed in his eyes. Pleasure and dark amusement.
He crouched slowly, picked up the leash from the floor, and gave it an experimental tug.
