Mag-log inLucas's POVTen hours. Amelia and I had been sitting in front of these screens for ten straight hours, and I still hadn't found what I was looking for.The surveillance staff had left one after another, some clearly giving up and leaving me to it which I actually preferred, while others genuinely retired for the day.The surveillance room smelled like stale coffee and a mixture of both old and new electronics, rows of monitors flickering with footage from every corner of the hotel, timestamps crawling forward in the corner of each frame like they were mocking me. I'd gone through the lobby feeds twice already. The elevators. The private hallway leading to the party suite. And I found a few leads. I just needed one more lead to get the face of the person directly on the screen, but the more I stayed, the more it seemed like I might never find it."You should eat something." Amelia said beside me, not looking up from the screen. She'd insisted she could help scan through footage just
Amelia's POV I straightened like it could somehow help me hear better, the flowers still cradled against my chest. "Who was it?""One of the kitchen staff. Paid well above what a shift like that would normally cover."I turned the information over slowly, then after it, I muttered. "Do you think a random caterer decided, all on her own, to poison a woman she'd never even met before?""No." His jaw tightened, and I watched something darker settle behind his eyes. "I don't. Which is why I kept digging.""And?""Gabriela." He chipped in. “She's the real culprit.”The name landed exactly the way he must have expected it to, like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples I had to work to keep off my face. I made sure my expression stayed even, my posture loose, nothing in me betraying the sudden, sharp clarity that name always brought with it.Gabriela. The top name on a list I didn't keep on paper because I didn't need to. I was going to forever remember everything she did to m
Amelia's POVI woke up slowly, the kind of waking where the world comes back in pieces instead of all at once.The first thing I registered was warmth. Something solid pressed close beside me, steady and comforting in a way that made me want to sink further into sleep instead of pulling away from it. The second thing I noticed was my own hand, fingers curled tight around a fistful of fabric, like I'd been holding onto it for dear life for a while.I wasn't fully awake yet. My mind was still somewhere hazy and warm, the kind of place where nothing needed an explanation So I did what felt natural in that state and pressed closer, my fingers loosening from the fabric only to start trailing down instead, following the shape of what I now realized was a chest.Hard. Solid. Warm, even through the fabric.I kept going, barely aware of what I was doing, until my fingers caught the hem of that fabric and slid beneath it without any real permission.I felt bare skin. Warm, smooth and rough o
Amelia's POV The rest of the night after I had that envelope sent to Lucas’s office felt endless. I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling with my ears at full alert, phone clutched tight in my fist, waiting for the screen to light up with his name. Every hour that passed without a call or a text made the silence louder. I told myself he needed time to read through everything, to let the truth settle, but the longer the quiet stretched, the more my stomach twisted. Around four in the morning my eyes finally closed, heavy with exhaustion, yet the moment I woke the first thing I checked was the blank screen, again.I forced myself upright, reminding myself that today was about work, even if it was a weekend. I had agreed to meet Damian Crosswyn, my foster brother, at eleven on the dot. He was coming as a man who needed a strategist to save his crumbling company, not the boy who once delighted in making my life a living hell. And I was going as the strategist he so badly needed, no
Amelia’s POVI was rolling around my bed at 7pm, wondering what I could do that doesn’t involve work and also won’t make me feel bored out of my damn mind, because apparently, the most interesting part of my life revolved around work, taking another step towards revenge and wondering what the next step is supposed to be.But then a knock sounded at my door, not the bell. It was a knock, and it was so light I wouldn't have caught it if there had been so much as a low-volume music on.However, I did catch the sound and I immediately hopped out of my bed, expecting to see Lucas even before I got to the door.As expected, it was him, and a smile curved up my face before I could stop it.“Go somewhere with me, Wildcat” he muttered and I raised a brow at him.“Is that a question, or a suggestion?” I asked, and his shoulders lifted into a shrug.“I would say neither. It’s not a suggestion, and it could pass as a question but a question can also come with a negative answer, so it’s definitely
Lucas's POV "I'll assume you know why we're here." I said. "And that's exactly what you were trying to flee from.""I have no idea what you're talking about." she said, calm as anything, stepping back like she might actually try to close the door on us.I put my hand against it before she could."Let's not waste each other's time." I said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.Kane followed behind me, already visibly irritated by her composure. He tried first."You worked at the kitchen, and we're in charge of preparing the drinks on the night of the Royal Crest gala. You were seen near the exact tray that ended up poisoned." he said. "Care to explain that?""I prepared so many drinks that night. I don't see what's unusual about that. What's unusual is the fact that just one got poisoned and you seem to think I did it." she answered smoothly."Because you did." Kane said, voice sharper now."I really don't know what you're implying." she said, tone still infuriatingly ev







