Morning came, and Serena's eyes cracked open slowly. Realizing she was lying on her stomach, she turned around, only to come face-to-face with the black rose resting majestically on the wall.
The sight reminded her of her current predicament, and she was about to look away but changed her mind, giving the image another good look. Only now did she notice the barely visible golden edges of the black petals and the unique appeal it embodied.
She found herself asking if that was exactly how Lucian was—totally uninteresting at first but appealing once you took a closer look.
As soon as the thought completed in her head, a frown manifested on her face, and she let out a loud scoff. "Why the hell am I even comparing him to a rose? He's only comparable to a thorn—the very one in my flesh."
