Chapter 39 Lucas's Manipulations

• The sun filtered through the mansion’s grand windows, casting golden hues over the marble floors. Celia sat curled up on the living room sofa, flipping through a magazine she wasn’t reading. Her mind was elsewhere—on Alexander, on Lucas, on the way the two seemed to dance around each other like predators circling for the kill.
• Alexander had left early that morning for an important meeting, his face set in a grim expression she was beginning to recognize. Something was troubling him, and she had a sinking feeling she knew exactly what—or rather, who—was behind it.
• Lucas.