Chapter 41

• Lucas's POV
• I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as anger boiled inside me. Nathan’s father knew. That conniving old man had dug up my past. My parents—burned alive by his order. I had spent years planning my revenge, infiltrating their lives. I never planned to fall for Claire, never planned for her to become my weakness.
• When I walked into the warehouse, dragging Claire behind me, I was still seething. She was still groggy from the spray I’d used, stumbling as I pushed her toward the center of the dimly lit space. Dust hung in the air, and the place smelled of old metal and grease.