Chapter 85 Sleeping In Separate Worlds

The mansion loomed in the darkness, its towering silhouette a cage of marble and glass. Genevieve stepped inside first, her heels clicking against the polished floors. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. She could feel his presence behind her silent, restrained, cold. She dropped her purse onto the console table with a sharp clatter, shedding her coat as if it carried the weight of the entire evening. Lucian followed, his movements controlled, precise. He locked the door without a word, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place like a final verdict.