Heavy, unbearable silence followed.
His jaw locked. I watched his fingers flex once at his side, as though something inside him had slipped beyond his control and he was trying desperately to close his hand around it again.
The man standing in front of me had finally understood something I already knew.
The woman who loved Lucien Vaughn was gone and neither of us knew how to bring her back.
An urgent knock broke the silence.
Three quick knocks then the bedroom door opened.
Damian Cole stepped inside. Tall, dark suit and calm as always.
Except he didn't look calm this time. His usually composed expression was strained, and rainwater still clung to the shoulders of his coat.
His eyes moved briefly toward me. Then he looked at Lucien.
"Sir."
His voice sounded strange, not the usual
