LUCIEN
The drive back from Brooksbane's house was a study in self-control—a performance for the guards, for the night itself. The car’s engine hummed low, steady, and precise. Inside, however, I was anything but calm.
Evelara’s scent still clung to the air, faint traces of rain and storm, refreshing, yet intoxicating for my sanity.
It had been there the moment she had stepped out of that damned house. Those sharp and shocked eyes after seeing me, her voice shaking with the remnants of fury and something else—pain perhaps, And I had felt it. Every single trace of it.
The way her tone had shaken while talking about her stepson, and that scared me—not because I'm jealous, but I fear the change of her heart and return to the man's side who never deserved her.
But, why am I eve
