AVA’S POV
I woke up to the sound of the rain. It was a cold, gray Tuesday, and the penthouse felt like a fortress under siege.
I didn't move. I kept my eyes closed, listening to the right, I could feel the presence of Lucas. He was still there, his weight heavy on the mattress. He wasn't asleep, I could tell by the way his breathing was too controlled and too deliberate. He was a predator waiting for the sun to rise so he could begin the hunt again.
"Get up," he muttered, his voice gravelly from lack of sleep. "Dr. Thorne will be at the breakfast table in twenty minutes. You’re wearing the gray wool. It looks somber but professional. Like a woman concerned for her family, but ready for business."
"I'm not an actor, Lucas," I whispered, opening my eyes.
"You will always be till this is
