Braelyn's POV
I could still feel my lips burn from his kiss. Today was spiralling out of control. Was he always this spontaneous?
The car was silent, the hum of the engine and the soft tapping sound from his phone echoed.
I never knew Lucien was a wild card and completely unpredictable but this was beyond my imagination.
Maybe this fake relationship, as he claims, was a good idea to get my mind off things. My eyes were stuck on the road which seemed strange. I haven't been in this city for a while and only came back because of the funeral
The roads might have changed but I was certain this wasn't the route to the estate. "Where are we going?" The question finally slipped out after what felt like over an hour.
Lucien sighed, his voice a bit distant. "We are almost there." His answer made my suspicion concrete. He wasn't heading to the estate.
