Lucia's feet skidded to a halt when she bumped into a solid figure, her heart instantly freezing in her chest.
She blinked fastly, dazed by the impact before her eyes blinked again and slowly moved upward.
That chest belongs to nobody other than Volkan Meadows.
His black shiny pushed-back hair, pale skin, and those dark blue eyes.
That sharp perfect jawline.
The sight of Volkan's familiar face sent a jolt of shock through her system.
His dark, calculating eyes locked onto hers, and for a brief moment, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Volkan? Here? Of all people, the last person she wanted to run into was him.
She bit the inside of her cheek, adrenaline coursing through her veins as her mind raced. Why is he here?
The distant sound of drunken laughter reminded her of the looming danger, snapping her back to reality.
