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And for the first time, Lucy felt it—a dangerous shift.

Something between them had changed.

Chapter 16

Lucy fell asleep against the window, lulled by the hum of the car.

When she woke up, Byron was watching her.

Not just watching — studying.

Like a hunter silently waiting for his prey to stir.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She blinked, pretending not to notice the way his eyes lingered on her face, on the soft curve of her lips, on the bare sliver of skin where her shirt slipped off her shoulder.

When they arrived at the mansion, he walked a few paces behind her.

She could feel his gaze burning into her skin with every step.

At the doorway, she turned, abruptly — and found herself chest-to-chest with him.

"Are you coming in?" she asked, voice sharper than she intended.

"Yes," he said, simply.

There was something so devastating about the way he said it — like an unspoken vow.

Lucy turned quickly and entered, hiding the way her cheeks flushed.

"Bring dinner to my room, please," she instructed the staff.

Byron’s voice followed, smooth and firm.

"And bring mine there too."

Lucy whipped her head around.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

He smirked — that dark, dangerous smirk.

"Not supposed to leave your side, if you have a problem speak to Corey."

Lucy huffed, annoyed — and yet a part of her thrilled at his audacity.

She stalked to her bedroom, feeling him behind her like a second skin.

"I need to shower," she muttered, throwing open the door to her ensuite. "You coming in too?"

Byron’s eyes gleamed with something predatory.

"Are you asking me to?"

Her entire body lit up like he’d set fire to her skin.

Without another word, she slammed the bathroom door behind her, heart racing.