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Chapter 25 Kieran's Pov
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Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 34 Lucian's Pov
Yes, I loved her. I had known it for months and had been saying it to myself for weeks and meant it more each time I said it.And she did not know what I had come to the cemetery intending to do.She had pressed her mouth to the scar on my ribs in the dark of my bedroom and held nothing back and trusted me with the full, undefended weight of everything she was, and she did not know that I had sat in an office months ago and written her name in a column labelled potential leverage.She wiped her brow with the back of her forearm just then. She turned.Her eyes found me across the gym in the particular way they found me in any room now, without searching, directly, as though the space between us were already mapped and the finding was automatic. The hazel of them caught the training floor light and held it. The small, knowing curve of her mouth when she saw my expression."You're staring, Lucian," she said."It's hard not to," I said.I stepped off the ring platform and crossed the ma
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 33 Lucian's Pov
Seraphina had been at the bag for forty minutes.I had stopped counting combinations at some point and had simply been watching, which was something I did not often permit myself to do without a corrective purpose attached to it. Watching without intervening was not how I had run these sessions from the beginning. There had always been a reason to move, to adjust, to circle or press or instruct, to make my presence in the room a functional thing rather than simply a presence.Tonight, I did no such thing. Tonight, I stood at the edge of the ring and watched her work and I did not intervene.Because there was nothing to correct.Her jab was landing at the correct angle, rotating through the shoulder cleanly, the power coming from the hip rotation I had drilled into her across weeks of sessions that had started with her swinging from the arm like someone trying to punish the bag for something it had done and had ended here, with this, with form that had become reflex. Her footwork res
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 32 Seraphina's Pov
Lucian kissed me in a manner slow and certain and without preliminary thought. It was the kiss of a man who is entirely present in what he is doing and has decided that this is where his attention belongs and intends to keep it here. I relaxed into it and his arms came around me and we stood in front of the window with the city behind us and the music in the room and I felt the morning and the park and the coffee shop and all of it settle into the specific gravity of now.He walked me backward from the window. Through the living room, past the books and the lamp and the desk with its notebook, into the bedroom, which was as spare and honest as the rest of the apartment. There was a bed with clean lines and a headboard of dark wood and a window that faced east, dark now, showing the reflection of the room back at itself.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me.He reached up and took the lapels of my coat, drawing me toward him, not pulling, an invitation rather than a direc
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 31 Seraphina's Pov
The room was also, unexpectedly and completely, full of books.Every wall that was not a window had shelves, floor to ceiling, built-in rather than assembled, the kind that suggested the apartment had been configured around the books rather than the other way around. Fiction and non-fiction shelved together without obvious system. Spines facing out. Some with markers in them. Many with the cracked spines of books that had been read multiple times and had stopped pretending to be new.A large window faced west and the afternoon light, which had been building through the morning, now came through it at a low, warm angle that fell across the wooden floor in long rectangles and caught the dust in the air and made the whole room look like something that had been rendered rather than simply inhabited.A desk in the corner was clear except for a lamp and a notebook.There was a kitchen, open to the living space, with a worn butcher block counter and pots hanging from a rack above the island,
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 30 Seraphina's Pov
Lucian pointed at the water when we reached it.The Reservoir caught the morning light and threw it back in long, moving lines across the surface. Two runners passed us on the track. A woman was standing at the railing with a coffee, looking at the water with the expression of a person who had given herself this specific ten minutes and intended to use them fully.I relaxed against the railing beside Lucian.The water moved. The light moved on the water. The city rose above the tree line on all sides, the buildings framing the open sky the way a window frames whatever is outside it, containing it without diminishing it."I used to bring Daniel here," I said. "When he was smaller. Before the divorce. I would pack sandwiches and we would walk for hours and he would ask me questions I couldn't answer and I would make up answers and he would accept them completely." I looked at the water. "I was happy here. I don't think I realized that at the time. I thought happiness was something that
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 29 Seraphina's Pov
Lucian did not tell me where we were going.He had taken my hand on the corner outside the coffee shop and said come with me and I had looked at him and said I have the eleven o'clock call with the solicitor and he had looked back at me and said it can wait. Something in the way he said it, not dismissive, not commanding, just certain in the unhurried way of a man who had decided that this particular morning belonged to something other than work and was prepared to make the case for it, had made me take out my phone and reschedule the call without further deliberation.We took the subway. We really did. That was the first thing that made me laugh, the genuine, unmanaged kind of laughter because Lucian Reed, CEO of Phoenix Rising, founder and sole architect of a foundation that managed eight figures in annual operating budget, was standing in a subway car holding an overhead bar with his coat open and his expression entirely unbothered by the specific democracy of a New York morning
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