AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 Lucius’ bedroom was twice the size of Ryden’s. It was huge with a fireplace at the end. His king-size bed was well-made with silk duvet and pillows. The space was more masculine than downstairs, decorated in an entire black shade, and smelled of expensive cologne.

　　　

　　　 At the corner was the door. Flicking the lights on, a sophisticated and impressive bathroom came in full view with a floor-to-ceiling window that overlook the skyline. He never ceased to impress me with how he managed to live two lives, a powerful alpha, and a wanted criminal, yet he was here with his luxury penthouse.

　　　

　　　 I shook my head in amusement as I...