Questions churned in Scarlett's mind as Lucien guided her down the concrete stairs from the roof. Each step seemed to echo with Jacob's revelations. He was supposed to kill my family? No, he specifically said 'line' – like ancestry, like bloodline. She couldn't stop stealing glances at Lucien's perfect profile as they descended, noting how his jaw seemed tighter than usual, how his usually relaxed posture held an edge of tension.
How could she trust someone who was keeping so many secrets? The same person who had saved her life moments ago was apparently involved in trying to end her family line. The contradiction made her head spin.
"Lucien," she started, her voice barely a whisper.
"Not here," he responded softly, his hand warm against her waist as he guided her. "Not now. Everything
