Chapter 69

• Olivia
• It was easy—almost too easy—to let Lucas get close to me.
• He was light. A little sunbeam at the end of the afternoon, the kind that slips through the window and warms you for a second before it fades away. Nothing like the wildfire Dante had always been—too hot, too destructive, too painful. Lucas didn’t carry the force of a hurricane. He was more like a gentle breeze. And maybe that was exactly what I needed: someone who didn’t burn me down.