"Your new garments are exquisite, Lyra, but you must exercise restraint. The Elders of the Crimson Throne will form dangerous assumptions if they enter my council wing and find you looking this provocative."
I tilt my head, a slow smirk spreading across my face. "Do you find me provocative, Master Draven?"
I step forward, placing my hands behind my back so my bare, unbuttoned chest presses directly against his solid chest.
Lucien hisses a harsh breath through his teeth, leaning down until his lips graze the shell of my ear. "Control yourself, little wolf."
He turns back toward his desk, and I immediately follow him into the Crimson Throne Chamber. "Mireille mentioned the ancient
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