My jaw drops. I’m so outraged I can’t even decide on which vile insult to hurl at him first. When I open my mouth to start on a rant, my phone rings from inside his coat. He answers right away. Great, not only does he know how to work modern day contraptions, but he’s stolen all of mine.
“Lucien,” his eyes flick over me like he thinks I might bolt. Yeah,…
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