Chapter 97

Lucas’s POV

I sat on the sofa, the leather creaking under my weight as I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees.

Across the room, Maeve was sprawled across the king-sized bed, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

She was staring at her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen, and then—the sound that was currently shredding my patience—she giggled.

It wasn't just a polite laugh. I