THE talk with Lucian lingered in Magdalena’s head longer than she expected. She couldn’t forget his words, his fingers against her cheek, and his eyes. The kind of stares that melts. The kind that gave her chills and burning sensations.
The scent of imported coffee filled Lena’s nose. Crystal glasses and faint sounds of utensils. Different kinds of dishes. Four people at a long dining table. Maids lining up in the corner.
The dining hall was silent, but the silence felt heavy. Lena could feel someone’s shameless glances. It was making her heart race each time she caught him.
Angel was eating silently beside Lena. Lucian was in front of them, and at the head of the table was Viktor. He’s done eating and just drinking his coffee.
“So, you picked Angel up?” Viktor broke the silence, now l
