Chapter 20

He was pissed-and weirdly, that kind of thrilled her. She couldn't tell if that strange sense of satisfaction was for Fiona or herself. Lucian stopped the moment he sensed the smugness on her face. The crooked smirk stretched across his lips, sheer mockery flashing in his eyes. He tilted her chin up, leaned in close like it was some dark game, and whispered with that sickening charm, "No matter how perfect Forrest is, he's not gonna want you anymore. I mean, if he found out I've been all over you-from every angle, every damn direction-what do you think he'd see you as?" Her heart dropped, like it was tossed off a cliff and shattered somewhere at the bottom. The humiliation was unbearable. Her face flushed a deep scarlet, like someone had slapped her hard and deep. Even breathing became a struggle. In that moment, she'd rather just disappear-vanish than suffer this kind of shame. Lucian watched the storm of red and white dance across her face, and the twisted joy of revenge lit his eyes