Lucian sat behind the sleek desk in his office, the glow of the computer screen painting his face in a cool light. His features were sharp, his jaw tight, and his brows furrowed with such intensity that anyone walking in might assume he was deeply engrossed in important business. But that was not the case. Not even remotely.
His fingers hovered over the mouse, unmoving, while his eyes stared at the screen, moving from one item to another. He had been sitting in that same position for more than thirty minutes, not working, but thinking. Contemplating.
