Rain started before Lucian's convoy even left the city.
Not soft rain.
Not cinematic drizzle.
Real rain.
Hard enough to blur headlights and turn the streets silver beneath the tires of black SUVs moving far too fast through Boston traffic.
Inside the lead vehicle, no one spoke for the first three minutes.
Not because there was nothing to say.
Because every person in that car was thinking the same thing.
If they were too late—
Lucian stared out the windshield, jaw tight enough to hurt.
He still heard Allison's voice in his ear.
Pride mostly.
Sassy.
Dry.
Controlled.
Even kidnapped, she was still trying to make him breathe easier.
That realization did something ugly to his chest.
Theo noticed.
Of course he did.
"You look homicidal," Theo said from the seat across from him.
Lucian didn't look away from the road. "I'm considering it."
"That's healthy."
