One Year and Four Months Later
Lucian’s POV:
It’s been a year and four months. Five hundred and twenty-one days. Seven hundred and fifty thousand, two hundred and sixty-seven minutes, to be exact. I have counted each of those minutes, holding on with fierce determination, waiting for this very moment. Every passing second has led me here.
The miserable time I’ve spent has all been for this, the chance to finally hear from my scouts, telling me that they’d tracked down the woman I will one day marry. Freya Astrid.
I park my Jeep a little distance away from one of Greenland's critical ports, a secluded area in the darkness that will keep me out of view. As I step out of the vehicle, the cold night air prickles against my skin, but I ignore it, my focus sharp and unwavering. Glancing arou
