The sound of a knock on the door echoed like a cannon blast in the silence of the room, dragging Serena forcefully out of the depths of her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep, her lashes brushing her cheeks as her brain fought to make sense of her surroundings. A dull ache throbbed at the back of her head, the kind that came from worry and exhaustion, the kind that hadn't fully left even in her sleep.
As her eyes cracked open, the sight of the ceiling mirror greeted her first, and that was when she remembered where she was.
It was at that moment she felt it—a weight pressing gently on her stomach. Her breath caught as she instinctively looked down, and her heart gave a strange jolt when she saw it was Lucian's hand, lying limply across her.
