Lucian stood at the doorway, impeccably dressed in a razor-edged, pristine charcoal suit. His tall frame exuded a quiet dominance that was hard to ignore, his left hand casually tucked into his pocket.
His expression was calm…so calm she couldn't decipher any emotion on his face, his piercing gaze settled on Emily as if he had all the time in the world. He didn't seem hurried, yet his presence carried a silent command.
Emily's heart thudded violently in her chest, her thoughts spinning with questions she couldn't outrightly ask.
Why had he arrived here this early morning? Not yet up to seven?
And how long had he been standing here?
She sighed silently. "Wait, I never heard the car pull up, and it seems he hasn't even bothered to knock on the door."
For a fleeting second, she wondered if he had spent the night in his car downstairs. But that was impossible.
