Allison's POV
When Bellingham extended that invitation to Lucian, my head snapped toward him so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash.
Bellingham's eyebrow twitched—subtle, calculated—but his expression remained neutral.
Still, I read the move like a flashing neon sign: he knew exactly what he was doing.
He was baiting Lucian.
And honestly? I had to admire the stamina.
After twelve straight hours of crisis control and last-minute exhibit revisions, he still had enough gas in the tank to orchestrate this testosterone-fueled chess match.
Lucian's lips curled. Predatory.
"How could I possibly refuse such a generous invitation?" he said, voice thick with mock warmth that made Jasmine bristle inside me like she'd caught a scent she didn't like.
Before I could form a co
