Lisa's POV
“Lucien.” He sighed, knuckles white against the steering as it strained under the force of his grip.
“Lucien? Who’s Lucien?”
“No one you need to worry about, Lisa. Don't ask too many questions… Just let me concentrate.”
This was not the time to sulk or be petty, and I felt cooperative, so I leaned back in my seat, watching the eyes that surrounded us. We were on a highway, with both sides of the road filled with trees. The eyes occupied the front of the trees on both sides, and it felt like a scene cut out from a horror movie.
I tried to calm myself, tearing my eyes away from the predators and focusing instead on Ronan, who was already on the phone with Damon.
He said something about an investigation… men… position… Lena… and fight…
Fight? Lena? Who is Lena?
My brain onl
