TERESA P.O.V.
"I don't understand," I said, barely recognizing my own voice. It wavered somewhere between disbelief and confusion. "Why now? Why after all this time?"
Lucian looked up, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine as his fingers curled gently around my hand, still resting on his head. "Because I've been searching for you, Teresa. Every single day. And now that I've found you…" His voice softened, almost trembling. "I can't let you go. Not again."
Hold on. He couldn't what now? My brain hit the brakes so hard, I could almost hear the screeching tires.
This couldn't be real. Lucian Blackwood, the untouchable titan of arrogance and wealth, was kneeling before me. Kneeling The same man who'd kicked me out of his mansion like I was a disposable fling, his voice echoing in my memory as he barked at Kenneth never to mention my name again. And now? Here he was, in all his mighty glory, groveling at my feet.
