Lucas POV

I was already halfway to the door when I heard the heels.

Sharp, measured, and far too confident for someone who claimed to hate attention.

I didn’t even need to look back to know it was her.

Odessa.

She strolled into Daemon’s office like she owned it, head high, a leather folder tucked neatly under her arm, and a scroll in her hand like she actually had business being here. And maybe she did. That was the thing with Odessa, she always had just enough of a title to justify ...