Lucia had never been the type to wait patiently for an opportunity. She preferred to create it, bend it, and seduce it into existence if she had to. And after the way Draco had melted in her hands the previous day, drunk on vodka and lust, she was convinced that she finally had her foothold. A dangerous foothold, yes, but desire had never frightened her. Power was always worth the burn.So before the sun had even risen fully into the sky the next morning, she moved through the packhouse halls with arrogant grace to finish the job. She didn’t bother knocking when she got to Damon's room. She simply pushed the bedroom door open with a slow sensuality, letting the sight of her silhouette do half the talking.Draco was inside…shirtless as he was most of the time, half dressed everywhere else, and clearly nursing the remnants of a hangover as he rubbed a hand over his jaw. At the sight of her, he frowned slightly, confused but wary. He hadn’t expected her so soon…but Lucia was co
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