Lucas
“Lucas, I can’t believe you’re letting a nobody come into our home and pull down all that we’ve built…” Sophie’s voice dragged across my patience like broken glass. Her fingers brushed against my arm, deliberately slow, as if her touch still held power over me.
It didn’t.
That simple, entitled gesture only deepened the irritation simmering in my chest. Every nerve in my body screamed to throw her out of the car and onto the street, to rid myself of the poison she carried with her.
I kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead, jaw locked. My grip tightened on the steering wheel. “It’s best if you don’t touch as much as the space I occupy,” I growled. My voice was low, dangerous. “That is… if you want us both to remain alive and well.”
Her hand recoiled instantly, though she forced out
