Lucien's POV

I set Camila down immediately, my body going rigid. The man on the floor struggled and snarled threats about lawyers and wrongful detention. My security guard had his knee pressed into the intruder's back, face grim with determination.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, crossing to their side.

The man on the floor twisted his head to look at me. Mid-thirties, maybe, with bushy hair.

"I'm making a delivery. This asshole attacked me for no reason!"

"Delivery?" My guard scoffed. ...