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“She screamed louder. Our screams were finally heard by a neighbor, who shined a flashlight. They all got spooked and ran off.”

“And the girl. Did she get away?”

“She did.” Like a movie reel, the memory continues to spin inside my head.

Wrapping my arm around Kelsey, both of us stumbling out of the pool house. The cold bite of winter air against my face, as the two of us made our way back to the car.

The urge to break down tugs at the back of my eyes, and I push off Lucian’s chest, concentrating on each breath, as my therapist told me to do whenever the anxiety struck me. Closing my eyes, I focus on every count, inhaling and exhaling, in and out, until the thrum in my veins slows, and when I feel Lucian’s arm tighten around my back, I open my eyes again.

“That must’ve been very traumatic to watch. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you tonight.” His comment lures me out of the dark thoughts, pushing them back inside their boxes.

“There’s a difference between roughness and rape. Someone completely betraying your trust. Making you feel small and weak. Worthless.”

“What I wouldn’t give to have been in that room that night.” The shadows behind his stare send a curling shiver down my spine as I imagine what unseen thoughts have captured his focus. “They would’ve regretted laying a hand on that girl.”

In spite of the distress humming through my veins, I try to picture that. The Devil of Bonesalt teaching those adolescent boys a lesson in karma. What a different outcome it might’ve been, and perhaps I wouldn’t have been plagued with so many nightmares after. “You’re the first time I feel safe.”

“And you’re the first time I’ve felt anything in a long time.” He kisses my forehead, squeezing my nape. With each passing second, the memories seal tighter, and my muscles tremble less.

“Tell me about the music. How did you come by such a gift?” His change of topic is a welcomed distraction from the few lingering sensations still humming inside of me.

I exhale a shaky breath, mentally willing my head to let go of the phantom images still clouding my head. “No idea. My dad, maybe? Except, I don’t know anything about him. He died when I was young. Definitely wasn’t my mother, though.”

“What do you intend to do with it?”

Shrugging, I shake my head. “I haven’t thought about it.” Leaning forward, I press my lips to his and feel his hands slide down to my hips. “Enough about me. I want to know about you. How did you get your scars?”

“I’ll tell you sometime, but not tonight.” Thumb tracing the edge of my jaw, he seems to be lost in thought again. “It’s a long and unpleasant story. And you need sleep.”

Chapter 43

Lucian

Four years ago …

I park the Ducati on the arc of the drive at the manor and kill the engine. It’s not often I get to ride it these days, but the first day of spring brought warm weather, and the long ride to the office sounded a whole lot better, with the wind zipping past me at speeds that’d make my mother’s eyeballs spin.

My father stands in his office window, watching me, as I dismount the bike. Almost thirty years old, and I’m still hawked like a teenager.

As I jog up the staircase, Rand meets me at the door, and I toss him my helmet.

“Nice job negotiating that contract, Master,” he says in passing.

No doubt, my father told him of the deal I struck with one of his vendors this afternoon, securing millions for over the next couple of years. More security for Blackthorne Enterprises.

“Thanks. Roark in his room?”

“I believe that’s where I last saw him.”

I make my way to the second floor and hang a left down the hallway, along which Roark’s nursery has officially been turned into a Formula One pit stop. Only three and a half, and the kid’s already taking after me. I enter to find him sitting on the floor with his toy cars, and I lean against the doorframe watching him for a second.

Zooming his car over a carpet track, he talks to himself. “Yay, I’m da winnah! I winned dah wace. Oh, wanna wace again? Yes!”

I chuckle watching him, and when he turns around to face me, those blue eyes light up.

“Daddy!” He drops the cars and dashes across the room, and I kneel to catch him. Crashing into me, he nearly knocks me on my ass. “Do you see my new caw, Daddy?” He points to one of his discarded toys on the carpet. “Uncle Wand gabed it to me.”

“Uncle Wand, huh? Where did Uncle Rand get a toy car?”