Chapter 201

Graham's POV

The heavy oak door of Lucas's home office clicked shut, sealing us into a space that felt worlds away from the lighthearted laughter in the kitchen.

Here, the air was different, tinted with the scent of old paper, and expensive whisky.

A single lamp cast a warm circle of light over the two leather chairs we sank into.

Lucas leaned back, loosened his collar, and looked at me with that