revealing an inclined road, and when he drives forward, my head hits the seat behind me, and I remember that I forgot to strap my seatbelt. Once I’m clicked in, I settle into the cool leather seat, as he drives toward the gate.
“You look and smell incredible,” he says, not looking at me at all, as if refusing to do so.
“As do you.” Outside my window the massive stretch of lawn, with its broken fountains and unkempt hedges, takes me back to my first day here, when everything felt dead and abandoned. I’ve since found it doesn’t matter that it’s midday, the manor always carries a dark and gloomy aura. And yet, it’s strange, how in the thick of all this decay, I’ve never felt more alive.
“There’s a gift for you in the glovebox.”
Frowning, I glance toward it and back. “For me? Why?”
He jerks his head that way. “Have a look.”
I open the compartment to the small, but telling, blue box tucked inside. I may have grown up in a small fishing community, but even I know a Tiffany box when I see one. “Lucian … what did you …”
“Open it.”
I flip the box open to a gorgeous bracelet inside. Two thin chains, that I have to believe are white gold, link to either side of a large, princess-cut diamond. It’s breathtaking, and probably cost more than everything I own combined. “Oh, my God.”
“Put it on.”
Sucking my bottom lip, I shake my head. “I’m afraid.”
“It’s yours.”
“What if I break it?”
“Then, I’ll whoop your ass until you bleed.”
I snap my gaze toward him, frowning, until his stoic face breaks into a chuckle.
“I’m certain the company that makes these things are quite capable of fixing them when they break.”
“Yes, but you said we were strictly sex. Buying me gifts doesn’t sound like filler. It screams plot to me.”
“I’m not following. What’s filler?”
“It’s like ... in romance novels, when the main couple do things together that doesn’t really move the plot forward. Just kind of fattens the book.”
“It’s a bracelet, Isa, not a ring. Please. Put it on.”
Fingers trembling, I one-handedly latch the bracelet onto my wrist. A month ago, it would’ve looked out of place on me, ridiculous even, but paired with my dress, it almost seems fitting, aside from the tattoo just below it. The most beautiful and delicate thing I’ve ever been given. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“You like it, then?”
I spin the diamond to the top of my wrist, wishing he hadn’t done this. It’s too much. Too much for what we agreed on, and it’ll only be harder when it all comes to an end. In spite of those thoughts, I nod. “I never want to take it off.”
“Good. Then, don’t.” There’s a serious edge to his voice, as if removing it would be an insult to him.
It takes twenty minutes to reach downtown, and as we approach the main street, I set my hand on his arm, feeling his muscle twitch beneath my palm. “Wait. Can we make a quick stop?”
“Sure.”
I direct him toward a strip of shops, where he parks the car in one of the many open spots there. Through the window, I stare up at the sign that reads Vellichor.
“How did I know we’d end up at a bookstore at some point?” His comment brings a smile to my face.
We climb out of the vehicle, and as we reach the door, I turn to look back at him, only just now realizing, in the brightness of day, how much he sticks out from the surroundings. Like a dark storm cloud on a sunny day. Sinister, and as foreboding as his reputation.
A man you don’t cross, with his equally menacing black car.
Lucian couldn’t fit in this town if he tried. He’d be the rogue puzzle piece that doesn’t want to line up in its empty spot. A thought that has me smiling when he follows after me inside.
The scent of old books invades my senses when I push through the door and set the bell chiming. Like wrapping myself in a cozy blanket with a hot cup of coffee.
“Rhea, you here?” I call out to the woman I visited about three times a week during high school.
Unable to afford the number of books that I plowed through, I often lived at the library, or here. Probably about half my adolescence was spent here. Rhea let me read whatever books I wanted, in exchange for helping her straighten up around the shop. Not that much