EIGHTY

Lucius pov

After I left Eden’s step-mother behind, I sought out the guards and explained what they were to do from now on. I promised to return at random moments to ensure she was suffering in the cell, and made it a point to stress how much I enjoyed it when people decided to test my patience.

Now that this was off my shoulders, I was ready to face Eden and suffer the consequences of my previous outburst. I was sure she had spent this time apart boiling in anger and had more than plenty things in her mind to punish me.

I, for one, the smitten fool I was, hoped she could let me off the hook this once if I managed to pull off kissy faces. How did one make those? I wanted to practice those, perhaps even in front of a mirror, but I couldn’t let anyone catch me doing that.

The King himself, making kissy faces in front of a mirror. Wasn’t that ridiculous?

As I walked down the long hall, I decided to check the kitchen first. Knowing my mate, she could have tried to distract herself from