Present dayLos Angeles, United States. Lucien’s POV The gates creak open before the car stops.I step out slowly, letting the wind hit me full in the face—sharp, fresh, biting with spring rain and expensive stone. The smell of home. It’s been five years.Five years since the government locked me in a hole and threw away the key, since I lost my freedom. Five years since she disappeared.And now, I’m back.I move slowly through the gravel drive toward the main estate, taking in my surroundings. Nothing’s changed in my absence, except the smell of death behind the walls. As I walk to the front door, it swings open and Jamie, my best friend and consigliere, steps out. “Lucien,” he says from the top of the marble steps, his voice tight. “Jesus. You look like hell.”“I feel fantastic,” I reply dryly, reaching the top. “Where is he?”Jamie doesn’t need to ask who. “Inside. Waiting. Barely. The lawyers are downstairs cleaning up the last of the mess.” I nod once and walk past him, str
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