Sarah, unfazed by his anger, planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I don't give a shit right now, Dorian!" she snapped. "You will make me Lucas's Luna, and you will do it soon!"
Dorian leaned back in his chair, studying her. She was seething, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to rein in her fury. She was dressed like a woman on a mission. A tight black dress clung to her every curve, highlighting the body that she so clearly wanted Lucas to fuck. Her dark hair was curled and swept to one side, exposing the delicate slope of her neck.
She had come here expecting a night in Lucas's bed, not standing in his house, screaming at him.
"Where is he?" Dorian asked suddenly, setting his drink down and leaning forward.
