Lyra breath caught, her eyes widened as she tilted her head and followed the arm up towards the powerful and firm grip and then towards the broad chest before spotting the dark eyes of Lucien Vine staring at her.

"Where the hell did he come from?” she thought as shivers ran down her spine,

Her heart beat faster as she held her breath. She had been alert, she had checked the cottage, even enhanced her senses, but she still had no idea that he was there.

She took a deep breath and met his gaze.

Lucien wasn’t smiling.

She pushed the shock and fear she felt down within her, anger...