A R I A
Lucian’s voice is sharp, no-nonsense. His fingers are already flying over his phone, dialing. My chest tightens at the urgency in his tone, but I don’t argue. I don’t ask questions. I just nod, the adrenaline still pulsing under my skin.
I can’t stop shaking. My throat aches from screaming. My wrists burn from where Jasper grabbed me, and my heart refuses to slow down. I keep looking toward the door, as if he might come back.
Lucian notices. He leans down, his palm against the side of my face, steadying me. “He’s gone. I promise. You’re safe now.”
Safe.
The word doesn’t feel real yet.
Oliver picks up on the second ring. Lucian doesn’t even say hello. “She’s not staying here. Pack her stuff. I’ll send the address. We’re bringing her home.”
I blink. “Lucian—”
He holds up a f
