Page 74 of The Last Morgan
He pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her like a shield.
"You're mine now, Lucy Morgan," Byron said fiercely. "No one will ever fucking touch you again."
Lucy smiled sleepily against his skin.
"That I am, Byron."
They fell asleep tangled together forgetting all about the shit day they had just overcome.
The sunlight sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room.
Lucy stirred first, blinking slowly awake. Byron’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, his face buried in her hair, his breathing slow and even.
She smiled lazily — until a loud, frantic knock rattled the door.
"Lucy! Lucy! Open up!" Barnaby's voice came, high-pitched with excitement.
Lucy groaned. Byron muttered something unintelligible and pulled her closer, refusing to wake up properly.
Before either of them could move, the door burst open.
Barnaby skidded into the room, clutching a device in one hand.
He froze.
Blinking.
Staring.
Then he grinned.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sang, smirking like the devil himself.
Lucy sat up sharply, dragging the covers with her to shield her naked body, her cheeks flaming.
Byron didn’t even bother moving, just cracked one eye open and scowled.
"Get out, Barnaby." Byron growled lowly.
"Oh no, no, I honestly don't want to interrupt the progress of true love," Barnaby teased, stepping fully into the room.
He waved the device in the air dramatically.
"But some of us have been up all-night solving mysteries while others have clearly been...busy."
Lucy grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.
Barnaby dodged easily, laughing.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Romeo and Juliet." he said, backing toward the door. "But seriously — I know what the necklace is. And you’re going to want to hear this."
With that, he disappeared down the hall, leaving a stunned — and very flustered — Lucy and Byron tangled in the sheets.
Byron sighed, pressing a lazy kiss to Lucy’s bare shoulder.
"We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?"
Lucy smiled wickedly.
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