Georgia pulled back slowly, her eyes opening. She looked at Lucian, really looked at him. The shadows under his eyes. The tightness in his jaw. The way his shoulders seemed heavy, like he was carrying something too big for one person.
"You look exhausted," she said softly.
Lucian's lips twitched into a faint smile. "So do you."
"Fair," Georgia said, letting out a small laugh. It felt strange. Foreign. Like she'd forgotten how to do it. "Long day?"
"Something like that."
Georgia tilted her head, studying him. "Did you really find Troy?"
Lucian's expression shifted. The softness disappeared, replaced by something colder. Harder. "Yeah. I found him."
"And?"
"And I took care of it."
Georgia's chest tightened. She wanted to ask what that meant. Wanted to know exactly what "took care of
