Lucian’s sudden appearance froze me mid-step, and my body seized up.
My first instinct was to react—to explain something, anything—as though I’d been caught doing something wrong. Like a teenager whose parent had just walked into her bedroom at the worst possible moment, and her naked boyfriend was hiding out in her closet.
My pulse kicked into another gear as he came closer, my mind running wild with explanations for why my ex-husband was naked behind me and I looked kissed within an inch of my life.
But Lucian’s expression wasn’t suspicious. His gaze swept over me once, sharp and assessing, and then he sighed with relief.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said, stepping forward to wrap me in his arms. “More rogues showed up, and disposing of them took longer than I expected.”
My stomach twisted.
Right. The rogues
While I was tangled up in Kieran’s arms, Lucian had been dealing with his own chaos—fighting for me.
