Jason's POV
Before I could respond, the door opened and a tall and muscular man, wearing perfectly fitted black shirt and pants, stepped into the room.
Lucian.
His gaze swept across the scene—me slouched naked on the couch, Rafe flexing his muscles by relaxing his rejuvenated body, and the dead whore sprawled lifeless on the floor. Totally unbothered.
"You two finished already? Couldn't even wait for me," he said, walking over to one side of the massive couch that lined all three walls of the room.
He sat down casually, his both hands stretched across the back rest, his long legs folded one over other, eyes flicking to both of us. "Seems like you two are getting weak, finishing this fast."
Rafe flopped onto the other end of the couch, lazy and unbothered. "These bitches are too bland to keep going. Not tempting enough."
