Lucian’s voice still echoes in the room when he pulls out his phone, his fingers already moving fast, dialing. I don’t ask questions. I don’t interrupt. I just watch him—jaw tight, eyes dark, that familiar storm brewing in his expression. It’s the only thing grounding me right now.
My fingers twitch in my lap, blood still rushing in my ears from Jasper’s voice, his hands, the echo of his breath against my skin. I try not to think about it. I try to focus on the now. I’m here. I’m safe.
Lucian stands and paces a short distance, muttering something low into the phone. I hear Oliver’s name. I hear the words “security,” “now,” and “don’t ask questions.” It’s enough.
“Hey,” I whisper. My voice is cracked, dry. “Lucian.”
He turns instantly, his entire posture softening when his eyes land on
