Becca's POV
Lucien Wildwing didn't look like much to me, at least on the screen. He was older, about mid-thirties, early forties, with dark hair streaked with gray. His dark eyes gleamed with a malicious quality that I could relate to. I had seen it in my own eyes a few times in the mirror.
"Trenton," Lucien said as a greeting, folding his hands on the desk he was sitting behind. "Good to see you again. When can I expect you back? Did the negotiations go well?" he asked lazily. The sharpness of his eyes suggested he already knew the answer.
Trenton fidgeted a bit but otherwise stayed calm, "Sir, we didn't get a chance to speak with Miss Addison due to other circumstances causing her to leave the ball early. I'll give you the full report when we arrive, but I wanted to introduce you to o
