Beauty lounged on the sofa in her loose pajamas, a facial mask clinging to her skin.
For some reason, sleep eluded her tonight—odd, considering the alcohol should have knocked her out by now.
Suddenly, a piercing beam of light swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting erratic shadows on the curtains.
She knew instantly—Lucas was back.
A glance at her wristwatch confirmed it was past midnight.
She hadn't expected him to return tonight.
As the car rolled into the garage, Beauty rose from the sofa and pulled back the curtains.
Under the warm glow of the streetlights, she caught sight of his tall, imposing figure.
Maybe it was the golden brightness of the lamps, but something about him seemed weary—exhaustion etched into his features, even in his eyes.
She waited until he disappeared into the main hall before drawing the curtains again and sinking back onto the sofa.
