Chapter 41

• My thoughts churned as I followed Lucas through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The air was thick with tension, and every step she took felt heavier than the last. What did he want from her now? Had Isabel spoken against her? Was this another one of his mind games?
• My heart pounded in my chest, a relentless drumbeat of uncertainty. Lucas walked ahead, his imposing figure unwavering, his movements smooth and purposeful. His golden eyes, when they had met hers earlier, had held something unreadable—something that unsettled her.
• I barely registered that we had arrived at his chamber until he stopped in front of the heavy wooden door, his fingers curling around the handle. Without looking back, he pushed it open, stepping inside with an air of authority. I hesitated for a fraction of a second before following him in, the door clicking shut behind me.