“Sounds great.” Morrigan bit back an unusually large grin, turning her head to look out the window. It was strange, how comfortable she was slowly becoming around him— there was no panic left and barely any fear or apprehension. She guessed that it was probably because of how careful he was being, as well as the fact that he’d punched the man at the coffee shop. Still, he could be acting, but if she was being honest, Morrigan was tired of being suspicious. For once, she just wanted to relax and lay back, give genuine smiles without being afraid.
She’d taken another chance and only worn a very thin layer of makeup, and beneath her black sweater, she had a long sleeve black top embroidered with various flowers. It had been sitting, untouched, in her closet for a while, since wearing flowers wasn’t really her thing, but after Lucian’s gift, she’d decided to give it a go.