CHAPTER 80

LUCAS'S POV

The rain had cleared over Lake Geneva by early evening, leaving behind a crisp, starry night sky that reflected in the still, dark water of the lake.

To celebrate our full legal victory, I had rented a private lakeside villa in Montreux, tucked high in the hills and surrounded by mountain slopes and quiet pine forests. After the tense, public pressure of the courtroom, this quiet place was exactly what we needed.

The drive up from Geneva had been slow and easy, with no guards trailing us and no radio crackling with warnings, and somewhere along the way I had realized my shoulders had actually come...