“He’s here,” Lucio tells me. “Just parked outside the compound. Apparently, he wants an audiencewith me.”
I frown. “How do you know that?”
“Why else would he be here?” Lucio asks.
I’m very aware of the fact that we’re not alone right now. I’m also growing increasingly conscious ofthe fact that my palms are really f*****g sweaty.
“Are you gonna let him in here?”
Lucio smiles slowly. It makes my blood go cold.
“Of course,” he replies viciously. “I wouldn’t want to turn a guest away at the gates.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“What would you do in my position, Charlotte?” he rasps. “He almost got you killed, didn’t he?”
The look in his eyes is detached. Removed. Steely.
He’s not Lucio right now.
“I wouldn’t kill him,” I reply despite my fear.
“It’s a good thing you’r
