Sarah's POV
The rain hit hard against the glass roof of the courtyard, when I arrived
I stood in the middle of the marble foyer, my wet clothes heavy and sticking to my skin, my body shaking from the freezing cold and the rush of fear and courage. I kept one hand over my lower stomach—a quiet promise to the little life growing inside me.
Heavy, slow footsteps echoed down the staircase.
Lucien Thorne came down into the foyer. He wore a dark silk shirt, open at the neck, with his long black coat hanging behind him. His face was calm, but there was something cold and dangerous about him.
"Sarah," Lucien said quietly, stopping at the bottom of the stairs with his hands in his back. "You're either very brave or very foolish to walk into my home after helping a traitor."
I stood straight,
