Lucian
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I sat in the dimly lit lounge, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The ice clinked softly as I swirled the amber liquid, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The room was quiet… too quiet.
I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my chair. I had meant to clear my mind, to focus, but instead, she kept slipping in.
Mara.
My jaw tightened as I took a slow sip, the burn of the alcohol doing little to distract me. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. She was just my maid. That was all. Yet, no matter how much I tried to shove the thought away, my mind betrayed me.
I could still see the way she had looked at me this morning… her hesitant glances, the nervous way she bit her lip in the car. And then, that night.
I let out a slow, measured breath.
Damn it.
I hadn’t expected to see her li
