CHAPTER 140
"Looks like it's just you and me, Your Royal Highness," Isabella whispered softly, her voice carrying a lightness that completely betrayed the danger of the situation.
Lucian looked down at her, his gray eyes unreadable for a fraction of a second too long. She had no idea—no comprehension whatsoever—that she was currently locked inside a vast, silent mansion with a starving predator whose very cells were screaming, clawing, begging for the blood dancing so vividly through her veins.
"So it would seem," Lucian managed to rasp at last, his voice rougher than he intended. He forced his feet to move, leading her down the grand staircase.
"Though I suspect your definition of 'occupied' involves far more manual labor than I am accustomed to..."
"Oh, definitely," Isabella chirped without hesitation, her tone bright and unbothered as her hand slid down his arm, fingers threading easily with his as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
