Chapter 48

“Return of the Tempest”

Lucian

I didn’t bother announcing my arrival. The receptionist at the front desk of Eloise’s atelier tried to stop me, murmuring something about appointments and privacy, but a single look from me had her faltering, eyes dropping to the marble floor as I brushed past.

The place was modest, too modest for Eloise’s potential. Whitewashed walls adorned with pinned sketches, fabric swatches, small display mannequins wearing partially finished ...