Chapter nine
Lucien.
My name on her tongue, they sounded different.
It sounded like a beautiful prayer said in a whisper. And for the first time, I actually loved the sound of my name.
''Lucien,'' she whispered again, her nose and ears visibly pink.
I straightened myself, like I hadn't just shut her up with a kiss. ''Play your role.''
The car door opened and I stepped down first, stretching my hands to her while she placed her soft ones above mine and stepped down slowly.
My hands slid to her waist protectively, this gala was just a disguise for undercovers as usual.
''What event is this?'' she asked, her tensed body relaxing.
''A charity event.'' The lie spilled effortlessly.
It was just a charity event in disguise.
''Mr Cross,'' ''Mr Cross'' different reporters ran in our dire
