Lucien pov

I walked into my office with my hands clenched so tight my fingers hurt. My head was burning from everything Bianca said in the hall. I could feel anger boiling in my chest. I didn’t have the patience for her tricks tonight, but I had no choice. I had to hear what she wanted to say.

She stood by the window, relaxed like she owned the place.

“You kept me waiting,” she said.

“You’re lucky I let you in at all,” I said. “Speak. Quickly.”

She smiled. “You always talk ...