CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN — The Mark of Possession I woke up in the center of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, though my body felt like it was still on fire. Every muscle ached, a heavy reminder of the hours I’d spent under Lucien. The room smelled of him: expensive cedar, aged whiskey, and the lingering scent of our shared heat. I rolled over, reaching for a space that was already empty. Instead of Lucien, I found a heavy vellum note resting on his pillow. > My office. 9 AM. Don't cover the marks. I'll send you the address of my branch here.> My heart did a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. I looked at the clock. 8:40 AM. I stood up, my legs trembling slightly as I walked toward the mirror. My reflection was a mess of tangled hair and bruised skin. Dark, floral-shaped marks bloomed across my collarbone and the curve of my neck—vivid evidence of how Lucien had claimed me. *Don’t cover them,* he’d said. I looked at the marks, then at the door. I was his ward. I
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