Chapter 122 Our Night

• Lucas POV
• She’s stubborn, a sore loser to the core. I watch as Blake and Demitri leave, sticking to the plan for me to take Alissia out tonight. But standing here now, with a restless urge stirring in me, I’m drawn to a different plan entirely.
• I stride into her room, finding her seated on the edge of the bed, her gaze questioning yet guarded. The room itself has transformed; the remnants of chaos from Blake’s bloodied struggle are gone, the mess erased and replaced with order. I remember how Demitri had to rip out the carpet, each stain refusing to yield, resisting the clean-up.