"Maya told me about this place," Lucian ventured. "She comes here a lot. She lives close by."
I eyed the candles and subtly rolled my eyes. "Of course she did."
Dinner with Lucian wasn't anything we hadn't done before. Yet, everything felt... different tonight.
Lucian was charming and warm as always, but something behind his eyes had changed. Maybe it was me—replaying Maya's words in my mind: 'You can't tell me you haven't noticed how he looks at you.'
Or maybe it was him—leaning closer than usual, pouring my wine without asking, that almost imperceptible breath he caught every time I smiled.
The warm atmosphere shifted when Lucian looked over my shoulder and frowned. "Isn't that your brother?"
I turned in my chair and bit back a curse. It really was Ethan standing at t
