THE LYCAN KING’S CLAIM
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe as
I walked toward the door, my each step felt heavier than the last, as if some invisible force was tugging me backward, begging me to turn around.
I didn’t.
I raised my hand and knocked.
The door opened almost immediately.
Lucifer stood there, fully clothed this time.
He was dressed in a crisp black shirt and dark slacks that fit him perfectly. His silver-gray eyes flicked over me for a while then he spoke.
“Elara,” he said, his voice calm and warm. “You came.”