SOREN
I was about to ask more when he glanced toward the entrance and muttered, “Well, speak of the angel.”
I turned to see a pretty girl walk in. She was tall and elegant with cute brown eyes.Her dark hair was neatly pinned, and her movements were graceful but… careful.
Something about both of them unsettled me.
Lukas stood, “Lila,” he called, warmly. “Over here, sweetheart.”
She smiled faintly and came to stand beside him.
“This is Soren,” he said, placing a hand at the small of her back. “My best friend and business partner. Soren, this is Lila.”
“Pleasure,” I said, offering a hand.
She shook it politely, her grip light. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said softly in a British accent.
Lukas leaned in, pressing a perfunctory kiss to her lips. And I don’t know why, but it hit
