Lucien didn't say anything for a long moment, that was the part that scared me more than anything. Lucien always had something to say, a command, a correction, a low cutting remark for Asher. The silence felt like watching a held breath. When he finally looked up, his jaw was a hard flat line I recognized from the night at Stella’s door. He led me out of Asher’s office and we entered the elevator and he pressed the button to the roof terrace. The elevator ride up was awkward and quiet, the doors opened and Lucien walked me out.
“Explain.” That was not a question, it was an order.
“I may be wrong,” I said quickly. “It’s a feeling. But it fits, Lucien. He knows and loathes me enough to pull a stunt like this.”
“Hmm.” Lucien looked to be deep in thought. “I want his address. Right now.”
