He laughed softly, the sound deep and warm. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” he said, and in another flash of lightning, she saw his smirk. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “You’re nervous because it’s me.”
Georgia froze, caught off guard by how close he sounded. “That’s not true,” she said, though it came out softer than she meant it to.
“It is,” Lucian said, his tone teasing but kind. “Your voice gives you away.”
The storm rumbled again, louder this time, as if agreeing with him. Georgia felt her cheeks heat, even in the cool air of the dark room. She tried to focus on something else, anything else.
“I’m not nervous,” she insisted, though it sounded weak even to her own ears.
Lucian moved, and for a moment she thought he’d back away. But instead, he rested his
