Chapter 18: Lucas's POV
I stared at the smouldering cigar between my fingers as I reclined in the chair. As it spiralled upward, the smoke vanished into my office's dark light. The room was silent, but my thoughts were anything but. Emma's furious indignation was still reverberating in my ears after she stormed out earlier.
Her eyes, which were equal parts hate and something else she wouldn't say, penetrated through my defences, and she had no idea what she had done to me. She's a jerk. The embers instantly died when I smashed the cigar onto the ashtray. She believed she could control me and that I would get uneasy as a result of her resistance. But I was uncontrolled. No one, not even Emma. Except…
I snarled in my throat, pushing the idea out of my mind. I paced in the direction of th
