Stella's POV
I had every inkling to run away, to build out of that room and never again return. This was not what I expected, a man's head blasted to pieces right in front of me. Turns out Lucien truly isn't an ordinary person to deal with.
"I am not frugal with my spending and I'm a very intentional man, my dear Stella," he said before I left, leaning over me, his breath smelling of whiskey and stale mint.
"What is that supposed to mean?", I stuttered, struggling to move away from him.
"You can't have anything you want once I have my lovely Hayley back in my arms," he answered. "Money, wealth, and fame. All of this I would give to you within the snap of a finger. Make sure the deed is clean and perfect."
By the time I arrived back at the castle, the gates had been closed and the night guards had started patrol. Despite the thick cover of the darkness, it took me all the stealth in the world to get past Lorenzo's perfectly trained guards.
