Isabella's POV
I didn't move from the spot, even after he left me with that shadow of a threat lingering in the air. My pulse still throbbed, every nerve screaming at me that something dangerous had just brushed against me.
I should have run the moment his presence disappeared on the stairs, but instead, I lingered, heels digging slightly into the polished marble, aware of every shower of the rain outside.
A soft click of the door made me turn around, and there he was again. Lucas Blackthorn. Smooth, predatory, and utterly infuriating. He carried something in his hand. Something that gleamed under the chandelier’s dim light.
“A gift,” he said, voice low, teasing, dangerous.
My eyes narrowed. “Is this some kind of joke?”
He smirked, stepping closer, the heat radiating from him impos
