"Lettie, dear," Lucian said casually, as if he were greeting an old friend. A smirk spread across his face as he stepped closer.
Emotions raced through Nicolette.
Confusion, anger, and then fear.
If he could walk into Alaric's safeguarded mansion, she knew he could do anything—and it wasn't anything good.
"Say something," he said, his smirk widening at the shock in her eyes.
She swallowed, trying to recover. "Hello," she said, her voice trembling.
"Congratulations on your wedding," he said with a smile, his eyes dropping to her cleavage.
He didn't even hide the lust in his gaze. He kept his eyes there, making her uncomfortable and self-conscious of her exposed body.
She folded her arms across her chest, trying her best to cover up. But she guessed she had made it worse, because his eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly.
Anger coursed through her.
This fucking man was openly ogling at her.
In public. At her wedding!
No fucking shame.
