Page 208 of Icy Cold Death

From what she understood, going into the static alone was dangerous. Sometimes, you got so deep that you couldn’t get out.

Now, she was worried even more.

When she went to check on him, she knocked on the bathroom door in their master suite.

There was no answer.

“Lucian?” she called. “You aren’t in the static, are you?” she asked as electricity seemed to kiss her flesh. It crackled around her.

The only other time she felt anything like this was when Beckett had tried to find a killer, and he’d pulled Lucian and Ridge in with him.

When he finally came out, his body was crackling with this kind of electricity.

“Lucian?” she called, and when she touched the doorknob, to her surprise, it turned in her hand.

Only, she wasn’t doing the turning.

Immediately, she stepped back.

When the door opened, her husband stood there. His body was tense, and she wasn’t sure if he was still upset about the Oracle thing, or if there was something more coming their way.

Yeah, she really hated surprises.

“You look…off,” she said.

When he stared into her eyes, it freaked her the fuck out. The lights were on, but Lucian didn’t appear to be home.

Uh-oh.

He’d gone into the static.

She’d bet on it.

God.

What had he done?

The hair on the back of her neck stood, and more electricity crackled around them.

Her husband had a towel around his waist, but his erection was prominent.

Something was off.

“Babe?” she asked.

The whole time, he was staring at her, and she didn’t understand why he wasn’t answering her.

When he suddenly dropped to his knees, she rushed at him, worried.

“Lucian,” she said, reaching him.

All around her, she could feel the hum of energy, and it made her flesh ripple with something.

Lust.

Oh, shit.

This was what happened when Beckett held objects, and he was overwhelmed with energy.

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