LUCIAN’S POV
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“Well, well… This doesn’t look like Rodrick Sharman, but she is pretty.” My father voice booms through the tavern, chilling the marrow in my bones. I glance past my blonde distraction and see his calculating eyes flicking from me to Caroline. “She’s a lead.” I shrug, the lie rolling off my tongue like a waterfall flowing over the edge. “It didn’t look like it,” Father tilts his head, “Or sound like it.” His eyes narrow even more.
He knows.
'Who cares if he knows?' Atticus growls defensively.
Where the f**k is Millard?
Why isn’t he guarding the damn door?
How did my father know where I am?
I stare my old man down, because there is no other explanation.
“Fine. I was going to host an entire dinner for this, but Dad, meet my mate, Caroline.” I breathe, smiling. I didn’
