Chapter 101

Lucas's POV

The air in my grandfather’s study was thick with the scent of old leather and even older grudges.

Franklin Garrison sat behind his mahogany desk, his eyes twin pits of cold judgment.

He didn’t offer me a seat, and I didn’t wait for one.

"Who is she, Lucas?" The question was sharp, a blade aimed at my throat. "The woman in Madrid. The masked one in the photographs."

I leaned back agains