When I woke, I was lying on a fluffy pink princess bed. Dazed, I blinked at the clock. Noon? Seriously? After three long years, the most peaceful sleep I'd had wasn't in Dylan's home, it was in Lucas's.
A warm-faced maid noticed I was stirring and approached with a gentle smile. "Miss, you're awake!"
My stomach twisted with nerves as I scanned the room, finding no sign of Lucas. The maid seemed to read my thoughts. "The Young Master said he'd left some belongings at the Blake estate. He went to retrieve them from Mr. Scott."
Knowing Lucas's fiery temper and impulsiveness, I scrambled out of bed, heart pounding. My mind spiraled into worst-case scenarios—what if Victoria's people ganged up on him? What if Dylan overpowered him?
The villa was deserted, no taxis in sight. My shoulders sag
