Allison's POV
Lucian slid smoothly between me and Bellingham like he had every right to be there, ignoring the death glare I shot him.
He didn't even glance at Bellingham. Just cut in like a knife slipping beneath skin—precise, arrogant, and deliberate.
"What's so funny?"he asked, all smiles and calculated charm.
His tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp—too sharp. Like he was looking for a weakness to exploit. A crack to widen.
"Come on, don't keep secrets. I want in on the joke."
I clenched my teeth.
My jaw ached from it.
"I have nothing to say to you."
He gave me a mock-hurt expression, hand still far too close.
"Married and already bored with me? Your commitment issues are showing, sweetheart."
The word sweetheart landed like a slap. My spine stiff
