Lucien’s POV
As we bolted out the front door, leaving the shenanigans of my family behind, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from breakfast in my head. Olivia’s words, her boldness, the way she stared my father down as if he were a mere pup—it was like a slap to everything Archimedes represented. And she had done it for me. Me. I wanted to thank her earlier, but the storm of emotions left me tongue-tied. Now, as she walked ahead of me, her heels clicking against the stone steps, I resolved to find the right moment.
She stopped by the car and turned to me with an arched brow, the corners of her lips tugging upward. “Well? Who’s driving?”
I leaned against the car, crossing my arms. “I am, of course. You drive like a maniac, Olivia.”
Her laugh was bright and airy, an antidote to the he
