Lucian
After breakfast, we went our separate ways to prepare for the day. I didn’t want Mara going to the office. She looked pale, still a bit unsteady on her feet, but when I gently suggested she head back to the holiday home and rest, she bristled—like I’d insulted her strength.
“I’m not made of glass, Lucian,” she said.
There was no point arguing. She needed to feel in control again. So I let her go—even though every instinct in me screamed to hold her back.
On our way out, Lacy asked to tag along. Mara gave a small nod before I could say no. Since we were heading to Steel Corp anyway, I didn’t push it. I just made a silent note: next time, I’m driving the convertible. If I was going to be stuck with Lacy in the back seat, I might as well enjoy the ride.
I dropped them off at the S
