Lucien's POV
Lucien positioned himself in the corridor outside Solace's quarters, his shoulders pressed against the cold stone wall. A considerable time had crawled by since he'd taken up this post, arms folded across his broad chest in a stance that screamed confrontation.
The morning held urgent matters that demanded his attention, but nothing trumped this moment. Finding Solace took precedence over everything else.
When she finally emerged, her voice carried down the hallway as she spoke into her phone with clinical precision.
"Absolutely not. The dosage cannot exceed two milligrams under any circumstances." Her tone held the authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed.
Then her gaze landed on Lucien.
Every muscle in her body went rigid. The phone nearly slipped from her suddenly nerveless fingers. Lucien peeled himself away from the wall with deliberate slowness, maintaining his intimidating posture.
The silence stretched between them like a taut wire ready to snap.
