Permission

I realized my mistake instantly. All I’d been thinking was to escape Lucien. To avoid the evolving way, I was responding to his lessons. To evade learning anymore of him or becoming anymore captivated by his spell.

Whatever it is that’s making him so mesmerizing to me. As if I can’t tear my gaze away. I knew there was something different about him. I never saw him sleep a night. Never saw him eat.

Only rest in short spurts after loving.

And I couldn’t forget the most telling bit. I’d seen his eyes change color and shape in the heat of passion.

What is he? I’d realized in that moment lying next to him that it was now or never. That I either escape him or risk being enraptured by whatever devilry he possessed.

Some magic that draws one too him like hypnosis.

I won’t be among those that can no longer resist him. And I’d become certain I wasn’t the first woman he’d toyed with for a voyage.

He’s too confident. Too comfortable with tormenting.