Chapter 318

• Lucien
• He clenched and unclenched his giant fists, fighting the urge to punch Schwartz and tear his woman out of his best friend’s arms.
• She was wearing a smocked yellow dress designed with rosebuds and looked achingly young in it. Simple and so very desirable, he thought, his eyes devouring her, the familiar longing spreading through him. But she took one look at him, her eyes blazing, the coffee-coloured eyes now smoky with pain and he knew he had lost her.