The party had fallen into a stunned silence, the once-lively chatter replaced by gasps and whispers. All eyes were on Eva, who had just walked up to Lucian and kissed him without warning—or permission.
Lucian's expression had shifted into something icy and unreadable, but the tension in his frame was palpable. Without a word, he stepped forward, towering over her.
Before Eva could process what was happening, he bent down and lifted her into his arms, his grip firm and unyielding.
The crowd parted instinctively, their eyes wide as Lucian carried her toward the grand entrance.
The sound of his polished shoes against the marble floor echoed in the oppressive silence, every step radiating controlled fury. Eva blinked, the alcohol dulling her senses as the cold air hit her face.
Outside, Lucian strode toward a sleek black car parked near the driveway. His voice, low and commanding, broke the silence.
