Camilla pov...
I was in Lucian's office again.
I did not know why I kept coming here. The room was cold, hollow, filled with the ghost of him. His chair. His desk. The spot on the floor where he had collapsed.
We were close once.
He was my first. My only. My true love.
I traced my fingers along the edge of his desk. The wood was cold, smooth, unfeeling. It did not remember him.
THUD. THUD.
Another disturbance.
I closed my eyes.
THUD. THUD.
"Marcus." I did not turn. "What do you want?"
"Ma'am, ehm…" He hesitated, which was unlike him. "You have something."
"Get in." I sighed. "But I will not sign more contracts in Lucian's name."
"It is not a contract, ma'am." He stepped inside. "It is a gift."
I turned. "A gift? From who?"
"Mr. Lionel James."
Lionel.
The name landed like a stone in my chest.
I thought he was done with me. I thought he had let me go. I thought he had finally understood that I would never choose him.
"I will have you back, Camilla. I will."
