~Lucien~
I watched her slide into the leather seats of my car like she was entering another dimension. Her eyes went comically wide as she took in the interior, and I found myself studying her reactions from my peripheral vision as I settled in beside her.
What the hell had I just done?
I'd offered a chaotic, sarcastic, potentially insane stranger a position as my fake mate. My mother was going to either be thrilled or have me committed for psychological evaluation.
"Is this..." Aiyana reached out tentatively to touch the center console, "is this real gold?"
"The accents are gold-plated," I replied, watching her fingertips trace the edges with disbelief.
"Gold-plated," she repeated faintly. "Right. Because regular plastic would be too peasant-like." She twisted in her seat, taking in
