Chapter 5

Arthur was dressed in an immaculately tailored white suit, a lit cigar pinched between his fingers.

Through the haze of smoke, he caught sight of me and let out a low whistle, flashing a brilliant, punch-worthy grin.

"There she is. Your boy here has a temper, darling. Almost blew my head off."

Seeing me standing there in one piece, Lucas visibly exhaled.

He closed the distance between us in three strides and grabbed my wrist.

"Where the hell were you last night?!"

He tilted my chin up, his eyes scanning me frantically. "Your phone was dead. Your tracker went dark.…