Lucian's POV
I narrowed my eyes at Bellingham, feeling my expression darken from polished businessman to something more primal in an instant.
"Got a death wish?" The words came out as a low rumble, barely contained.
Allison clearly hadn't expected Bellingham to come up to the suite.
She tugged at his sleeve nervously. "Let's go," she murmured, clearly trying to defuse the situation before it escalated.
The door slammed behind them with enough force to rattle the frame.
I followed, zero shame, zero subtlety. I wasn't trying to play it cool—I was trying to play it final.
We ended up crammed together in the elevator, all three of us, surrounded by mirrored walls that reflected every unspoken insult and unshed punch like some dramatic performance art piece no one asked f
