CHAPTER 33
Lucien
She thinks she has control. She thinks she can resist me, but every glance, every step and every tremor in her voice proves the opposite.
I watched her today, moving through the halls, her posture careful, her hands lightly brushing the woodwork.
She believes she is safe in her own thoughts, but I know her.
I have memorized her entirely, her body, her mind and her fire.
Ronan reports minor Syndicate movements in Marseille, but my mind drifts to her instead.
To the way she shouted at me, the fire in her eyes, the kiss that followed.
I want her, yes, but I also want her to understand what she means to me, that my obsession is not gentle, not forgiving, not kind. It is deadly.
The thought makes my chest tighten in anticipation, not anger. A desire and possessiveness mix in a dark cocktail that I cannot shake. Every plan I make, every operation I orchestrate, every enemy I eliminate, it is all for her. For us. For the fire between us.