Welp, this had become more dangerous than I expected. And too soon. Lucian wasn’t reacting anymore. He was watching. And that was more of a problem than his anger, the frozen accounts and Theo’s dismissal could ever be. I stood by the window, holding my phone in my hand as I stared out across the grounds of the mansion. Everything looked the same; gleaming, impeccable, perfect. Old money. Just like preferred. But things were shifting. Lucian was no longer someone I could steer with ease. In fact, he never had been. But now, he was thinking. He was calculating. And that meant I had to move faster. I dialed the number without hesitation. It rang twice. “Sterling?” the voice answered, cautious. “Has he called?” I asked. A brief pause. “Yes.” Of course he had. Smart, investigative Lucian, who never let anything elude him. But this time, I was smarter. I turned slightly, my gaze settling on my reflection in the glass. Lucian was a fool to treat
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