Allison's POV
"Hello."
"It's me...Lucian." His voice was like dark velvet wrapped around steel.
It hadn't changed. It still had the power to send a shiver through me, a Pavlovian response I despised.
""Lucian." I kept my tone flat, like he was just some telemarketer hawking home security. "To what do I owe this… surprise?" The word tasted like sarcasm.
"I believe we have unfinished business."
"Business?" Confusion coiled tighter in my chest. "What are you talking about?"
"The divorce. Or rather, the lack thereof." His voice sharpened, cold and calculated—like he was mapping out a hunt. "We need to talk. Tomorrow."
I stared out the kitchen window, watching a sparrow peck at crumbs on the sidewalk.
Its wings flicked free, light as air, and a bitter ache twisted i
