Chapter Ten – The Pursuit

Part One – Lucian

The rain is merciless.

It pounds against the marble steps as if the sky itself is furious with her for running.

Lucian barely feels it. His suit is drenched, the chill bites through the fabric, but all he sees is her—Charisse—moving fast down the driveway, hair plastered to her face, shoes slipping against wet stone.

“Charisse!”

His voice cuts through the storm, low and rough, a growl dragged out of somewhere deep.

She doesn’t ...