Chapter 142

As soon as the door opened, it was Lucas standing outside. His usually handsome face looked dead tired, dark circles etched under his eyes. His tie was loose, hanging crookedly against his chest, and the whole vibe around him screamed danger. Claire froze on the spot. Whatever effect the "love drug" had on her, it vanished in a snap. Her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, as if she were facing a literal predator and not a person. Lucas stared her down like a tiger ready to pounce, and she could feel it—he wasn’t here to chat. Her brain went on full panic mode: What now? Can I still close the door in time? Everything went still. Her grip on the doorknob tightened slightly, then she slammed it shut—hard. “Bam!” But Lucas was quicker. He’d already guessed what she'd do. He blocked the door with his arm, the force of it shaking the frame. Claire threw her weight into it, trying to shut it again, but no matter how hard she pushed, the gap only widened. “Get out!” she snapped, her face c