Chapter 58 Undone
- The ride back from the gala was cloaked in silence, but not the kind that bred distance.
- It was thick with aftershocks.
- Lucien sat beside her in the back seat, his knuckles white against the leather seat, jaw clenched tight. His suit was still undone, tie discarded, shirt rumpled from the way she’d torn it open. The air between them pulsed with something unspeakable—possessive, raw.