Chapter 64

• Serena
• I saw him the moment he stepped off the plane—Lucas Vaughn, tall, polished, and still wearing that arrogant calm like a tailored suit. Max trailed behind him, his usual shadow.
• Lucas’s eyes swept the crowd, and for the first time, I didn’t move. I just sat there on the bench, my legs crossed, a bouquet of blood-red roses resting in my lap like a cruel memory. He didn’t spot me right away, and I didn’t wave him over. I wanted him to feel it—that panic, that uncertainty. The doubt I’d swallowed over and over again for six years.