Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection
"Your lips say one thing, but your eyes are saying something else, Amber."
From across the room, Daniel let out a low, slow whistle, breaking the suffocating gravity of the moment.
He walked over, carrying a stack of dark-toned clothing over his arm, but his lazy, droopy eyes weren't just scanning the fabric anymore. They lingered on Lucien’s hand resting against my bare waist, a sudden, sharp glint piercing through his usual unbothered demeanor.
Daniel stopped just a foot away, tossing the clothes onto a nearby stool. "As much as I hate to interrupt the show, boss, we have a tight schedule. I found some high-end, reinforced combat boots in the back section. Black leather, steel shanks, li