LIORA’S POV
I stepped into the drawing room, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Lucas stood near the window, his back to me. The tension radiating from him was palpable, making the air feel thick and difficult to breathe.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Before the silence could stretch too long, footsteps sounded behind me. I turned to see Darren returning, a confused expression on his face.
“I thought you left,” Lucas said without turning around.
“I forgot my travel documents.” Darren moved to the desk and retrieved a leather folder. Then he noticed me standing there awkwardly and smiled. “Still here? I thought you had urgent business with my father.”
“I do. Did. I mean…” I fumbled for words.
“She burst in here like the palace was on fire,” Darren said, amuseme
