The thought of Lucian and his well-being was the first thing that registered in serena's mind the moment she woke up the next morning.
She didn't frown or fight it this time around. Instead, she let it give her the necessary push to complete her morning activities on time so she could go check on him.
Heading outside, her legs took her one step at a time toward his room, but she slowed down for a moment when, from a short distance away, she sighted him and Marlowe standing right in front of his door discussing something.
Marlowe's expression was grim, her brows drawn together in clear disapproval. Lucian, on the other hand, looked as composed as ever—dressed in a tailored suit, his dark brown hair swept back, every inch the untouchable businessman. But there was something in the way he held himself, a slight tension in his shoulders, that made Serena know something was wrong.
