Lucian Vale stood at the edge of the table, shadow cutting across velvet and crystal. His gaze landed squarely on Serena, not Tina, not Vivian. Her breath caught at the sheer gravity of it.“Miss Rivera,” His voice was calm, but it carried like a blade through velvet. “A word.”Aiden didn’t move. Vivian’s expression flickered—satisfaction, maybe. Tina’s lips curved into the ghost of a smirk.Serena straightened, forcing the polite mask back on her face. “Of course. But I was just—”“Now.”The word landed heavy, leaving no space for pretense.“Lucian,” she began quietly, “this isn’t—”His hand brushed the back of her chair—not touching, but close enough that she felt the pulse of his possession. “If you’ll excuse us.”No one argued. Who would dare?Serena’s pulse thundered as she rose, her chair sliding back too abruptly. Lucian didn’t look at Tina or Vivian, didn’t acknowledge Aiden’s faint smirk—just guided her away, his hand hovering steady at the small of her back.Only when they’d
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