Author's POV
Now Lucien was driving like a madman, clenching his jaw at the thought of anyone else near her, brother or not. He was losing his mind, thinking about how to keep her by her side and not just protect her.
What kind of sick joke was this? He didn't even know her that well.
And yet… her voice, her eyes, her pain, it wouldn't leave him.
He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He wasn't supposed to care this much.
But here he was. Acting like she already belonged to him.
He had become obsessed with her.
Possessive at that!
And the worst part?
He didn't even want to stop.
With all those storming thoughts still clouding his mind, Lucien drove them straight to the Lancaster mansion and stopped the car right in front of the porch.
"Thanks," Asher said coldly, not even sparing him a glance.
The Thanks wasn't real gratitude… it was just felt formality. Like he was forcing the word out because manners demanded it.
