CHAPTER NINETY SIX - The Architecture Of Secret Dreams

"It's like trying to hold smoke," Lucas growled, frustration evident in his voice. "Parts of me still feel...scattered." Aria rose slightly, moving to sit beside him on the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, bringing them naturally closer. "Morgana said this would happen," she reminded him gently. "Your essence is still reintegrating. It's only been three days." Lucas turned to face her, his golden eyes brightening slightly at her proximity. "Three days feels like forever when I can't shift properly. Can't protect my pack." "Your father has things under control," Aria assured him, reaching up to brush a strand of dark hair from his forehead. "The treaty negotiations are going well, all things considered." Lucas caught her wrist as she withdrew her hand, holding it against his cheek. His skin burned hot against hers, the temperature difference between them always striking. "My father looks at Victor across that table and sees an enemy," Lucas said quietly. "I lo