Lucian sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming idly against the polished wood. His mind was elsewhere—on Aurora, on Loyd, on the quiet, fragile balance he was trying to maintain. Since their return from the island, things had changed. Not drastically, but enough. Aurora had softened, just a little, and Loyd had accepted him with an ease that still left Lucian breathless. Even his conversations with Carmela had improved, at least somewhat. He knew it was still difficult for her to accept him again. After everything he had done to their family, she had every right to hate him. Every right to fear that her daughter might get hurt again. But Lucian had already decided—he would do everything he could to make Carmela accept him again. For Aurora. And then, maybe, he could believe that this was the beginning of something real. Yet, there w
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