Chapter 24– Night Two: The Devil’s Denial
The air between us split like glass shattering.
His grip in my hair tightened so abruptly I gasped, my lips pulling back from him. For a second I thought he would strike me—not with his hand, but with something worse, his silence, his fury, his power.
“Don’t,” Lucian growled, voice low and serrated. His eyes blazed silver in the dim light. “Don’t you ever speak that name again.”
I trembled, not from fear—but from the realization that I had touched a wound so deep it bled even through his walls.
My voice was hoarse, but I forced the words out. “So it’s true. There is a Beverley.”
His jaw tightened. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” I pushed, reckless, tasting danger on my tongue. “You said it. I heard it. Who is she? Another contract? Anothe
