Nina stood frozen beside the passenger door of the jet-black Maybach, staring across the glossy hood at Lucas in absolute, breath-catching shock. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and late-season rain, but the only heat radiating through the quiet driveway came straight from the man walking toward her.
Her heartbeat had already betrayed her, thudding hard against her ribs before he'd even said a word. She pressed her back against the cool metal of the car door, as if putting even an inch of distance between them might steady her racing pulse.
Everything about this moment felt like a trap she had walked into willingly, and that realization only made her more furious with herself.
