Allison's POV
The restaurant's layout was bizarrely confusing.
I had to take several wrong turns before finally locating the correct private dining room.
Just as I reached for the door handle, a hand appeared from nowhere and gripped it first.
I jerked my hand back as if electrocuted, first catching the distinct scent of cold pine and rain before looking up to see Lucian's face.
"Let go," I said without turning around, my voice remarkably steady despite the storm brewing inside me.
"Not until you talk to me." Lucian's deep voice was unnervingly close, his breath warm against the nape of my neck.
I turned to face him, determined to keep my composure.
The moment I did, I noticed the glass of amber liquid in his free hand.
"Drinking?" The word escaped me before I
