r eyes quickly adjusted to
the wet concrete. He looked Serena up
e one of your legs," Rick chuckled. "But lookin
processed their height, weight, and cen
her right knuckles. She bent her knees slightly, droppHe lunged forward, reaching hi
. She prepared to pivot
white light explo
e darkness like a knife. The intense l
mouth of the alley. The tires shrieked agains
nds over his eyes
ed suits poured out of the Maybach. They
ck walls. Within three seconds, all four thug
of the Maybach
to the dirty water. The murderous aura rolling o
ng on the ground. Lucas looked down at
and brought his heel d
rough the alley. Even Serena bli
is guards. His voice was devoid of an
air around him, yet when his eyes found hers, something shifted-the killing intent receded, replaced by a quiet, almost cli
t. The fabric still carried his body heat and the sharp scent of cedarwood. He draped it over her shoulders wi
he said, as if that
outh to speak. "I h
no condescension. Just a flat statement of fact. He had seen her
room for argument. He guided her toward the open door of the Maybach, one hand rest
er shoulder at him. "
." He didn
wed right behind her. The door clicked shut with a h
the soundproof partition. The
dim ambient lighting cast har
loser around her chest. "I
nt, his dark eyes unreadable. Then he reached over to the built-in console and presse
uckles,"
A thin line of blood traced across her fingers. She reached for the kit, but Lucas was alrea
murmured, cleaning the wound. His voice was low and even. "I saw yo
ng, who had just crushed a man's hand under his heel, was now dabbing ant
d," she said. "
ormance in the club." His thumb paused over the back o
his otherwise neutral tone. He said the name Gregory Foster the way
inked. "A
. He finished wrapping a thin bandage around her knuckle
een them. The silence stretched. He stared out the tinted win
her wounds-rested on the leather seat betwe
at it. Her c
fusing to break the qui
his eyes. He reached out, and his rough thumb brushed a smudge of dirt from her che
said. "But that doesn't mean you
heekbone, warm and rough. She could smell the cedarwood on his sh
His lips hovered
spered, his voice barely a br
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