Lexi stood at the edge of the driveway, fingers curled tightly around the handle of her suitcase.
The early morning air was crisp, biting at her exposed skin, but she barely felt it. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the quiet murmur of the staff moving in and out of the house behind her.
She was leaving.
After everything—after all the tension, the power plays, the moments she had let herself believe Julian Saint Clair actually wanted her. She was walking away.
And he was letting her.
She had given him time.
Time to stop her.
Time to say something.
Anything.
But he hadn’t.
She lifted her chin, forcing herself to not look back as the sleek black car waiting at the gates flashed its headlights.
Sebastian was here.
She exhaled sharply and took a step forward, her hee
