Page 44 of The Last Morgan

"Fantastic," she said. "I’m going to grab some food and change, and then we can discuss a plan."

She turned briskly and left the room.

But Byron…he was right behind her.

She could feel him.

Possessive.

Trailing her like a silent storm as she ascended the staircase.

Lucy opened the door to her bedroom, fully expecting him to turn away — to give her privacy.

He didn’t.

He followed her in.

Closed the door softly behind them.

The click of the latch sounded deafening.

Lucy turned, brows lifted.

"Byron?"

He stood there, broad and immovable, his presence eating up the entire room.

"So," he said, voice deceptively casual, "you’re going to have another man close to you?"

Lucy blinked, surprised by the roughness underneath his words.

"I don’t like that," Byron said darkly.

Lucy couldn’t help herself. A slow, teasing smile curved her lips.

"Are you jealous, Byron?" she teased, crossing the room to her wardrobe, deliberately swaying her hips as she moved.

Byron didn’t answer.

He just watched her.

Watched her like he could strip her down with nothing but his gaze.

Lucy pulled open the wardrobe doors, pretending to be nonchalant.

Pretending she didn’t feel her heart thundering in her chest.

She grabbed a change of clothes and moved toward the bathroom.

But before she could slip away, Byron was there.

Moving faster than she could react.

He reached out, catching her wrist easily, stopping her escape.

His touch was firm but careful, thumb brushing lightly over the inside of her wrist — right where her pulse hammered wildly.

"You can take off your clothes here if you want," Byron murmured, voice dropping into something sinful.