Marigold’s Pov

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a hallway so cold and sterile it made me shiver. I stepped out, my heart pounding in my chest. The door to Lucien Crowe's penthouse was at the end of the hall, black and imposing like everything else in this godforsaken place.

I walked towards it, my steps echoing in the silence. I raised my hand, knuckles rapping against the cold, black wood. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Lucien. He was tall, broad, his jet-black hair and sharp amber eyes making him look like a predator ready to pounce.

"Marigold Hale," he said, his voice a low rumble. It wasn't...