Mara POV
The silence inside the Bentley was a physical weight, pressing against my chest until every breath felt like a chore.
Outside, the manicured lawns of the Worthington estate blurred into a smear of dark green and gold, but I couldn't stop seeing Elias Crowe’s predatory grin. My hand lay in my lap, trembling so violently that the emerald silk of my gown rippled like water. I gripped my own thigh, trying to anchor myself, but the phantom sensation of his fingers digging into my waist wouldn't fade.
Lucien’s knuckles were bone-white as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road with a terrifying intensity. He had dismissed Martin with a sharp wave of his hand at the valet stand, opting to drive us himself.
"You’re going twenty over the limit, Lucien," I whispered, t
