The descent into Lyon was a blur of roaring engines and biting wind. By the time the convoy of snowmobiles finally stopped, Elara’s fingers were numb despite Lucian’s radiating heat.
They hadn't pulled up to a dingy safehouse. They were in the subterranean parking garage of a gleaming, ultra-modern skyscraper in the heart of the city.
Lucian dismounted first, his boots hitting the concrete with a heavy thud. He didn't wait for Elara to climb down. He simply reached up, wrapped his massive hands around her waist, and lifted her off the machine, setting her gently on her feet.
Her legs instantly gave out. The adrenaline crash, combined with the freezing cold, turned her muscles to jelly.
Before her knees could hit the floor, Lucian caught her, sweeping her up into his arms, bridal style.
