Natasha’s POVThe sound of Lucien’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cautious. “Stay back,” he said, and the sudden shift in his tone sent a cold prickle down my spine. He moved closer to the door, the gun already in his hand, his entire body still but alert. I stood behind him, clutching my robe tighter.He looked through the peephole. “Abram?” He blurted. For a second, his posture didn’t change, his hand still resting on the gun. Then his shoulders eased just slightly, the tension thinning but not leaving completely. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, and there he was—Abram, tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy smirk that always looked halfway between charm and arrogance.Lucien’s brows drew together. “How did you find us?” he asked, his voice still edged with suspicion.Abram chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t looking for you, trust me,” he said. “I had a meeting nearby and decided to lodge here for the night. Then I spotted your car from my wi
 Last Updated : 2025-10-14
Last Updated : 2025-10-14