Lucian walked ahead of her. He didn't speak to her, neither did he turn around. Georgia watched his shoulders, the way his hands slipped into his pocket and she wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if he was angry with her being here, or if he cared at all.
They reached a big door at the end of the hall. Lucian pushed it open and stepped inside. Georgia paused, taking a breath before she followed him in.
The office was even bigger than she’d thought it would be. One wall was covered in bookshelves, all lined with neat rows of books. The big windows looked out over the city, the light pouring in and making the glass shine. A long dark desk sat in the middle, papers stacked in neat piles.
Lucian walked behind the desk and sat down in the big chair. He leaned back, his eyes on her.
