Chapter 87

Maeve’s POV

The car ride to the restaurant was draped in suffocating silence.

Lucas stared out the window, his jaw set in a hard, unforgiving line, while I gripped my iPad like a life raft.

The Spanish sun was beginning to bake the streets of Madrid, but inside the vehicle, it was sub-zero.

We arrived at a quaint, upscale café tucked into a cobblestone alley. It was the type of place that breathe