Marigold’s Pov The elevator doors slid open, revealing a hallway so cold and sterile it made me shiver. I stepped out, my heart pounding in my chest. The door to Lucien Crowe's penthouse was at the end of the hall, black and imposing like everything else in this godforsaken place. I walked towards it, my steps echoing in the silence. I raised my hand, knuckles rapping against the cold, black wood. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Lucien. He was tall, broad, his jet-black hair and sharp amber eyes making him look like a predator ready to pounce. "Marigold Hale," he said, his voice a low rumble. It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway, my voice stuck in my throat. He stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The penthouse was just as imposing as him - black marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and furniture that looked more like restraint equipment than something to sit on. He led me into a study, where a contract lay on the desk. I had read it a dozen times, but
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