Before she could answer, the security detail searching for Lucian was already closing in. Loyce took a step back, melting seamlessly into the shadows of the night.
"Sir."
The men hurried over, holding umbrellas over him, their eyes full of scrutiny. "Why did you rush out like that? Your old injuries haven't fully healed. You don't want to trigger a relapse."
"I'm fine," Lucian said smoothly.
He climbed into the back of the car. Under the cover of darkness, he uncurled his fist to reveal the small slip of paper Loyce had shoved into his palm at the last second.
It was a string of numeric code—an IP address for a hidden server.
He memorized the sequence, rolled down the window, and tossed the paper into the wind. Slipping his hand into his coat pocket, his fingers brushed against a handful of hard candies she had slipped in without him noticing.
He pulled one out. It was wrapped in pretty, iridescent foil, but even through the wrapper, he could smell the faint, crisp scent of Frost Peppermint.
It was the only thing that could suppress the frequency of his agonizing headaches.
The moment he walked through the front door of the estate, Sigrid was on him, her face pulled into a deep scowl.
"I thought you were out handling business. Why were you chasing after Loyce?"
"I had some questions," Lucian replied evenly.
"What questions?" she snapped. "She's a bitch who betrayed you! I'm the one who saved your life!"
Even though she supposedly had Lucian all to herself these days, there was an unmistakable distance between them. He offered her none of the passion or devotion a man should have for his fiancée. Yet, the second Loyce appeared, he went running after her.
Lucian shrugged off his wet suit jacket, fixing his gaze on her. "Because someone told me she's my actual wife."
Sigrid's eyes widened, the breath catching in her throat. She should have known the Lonsdale and Shapiro families wouldn't let this go so easily.
She bit her lip. "And do you believe their lies, or do you believe me?"
Lucian closed the distance between them and gently touched her cheek. Inside, he felt absolutely nothing. He didn't love this woman.
He knew she only had his exact whereabouts because he was surrounded by her spies.
"I'm going to marry you," he said smoothly. "I have no reason to give up the heiress to Stellar Trust."
Sigrid tilted her head up, desperate to kiss him. "I want you."
She slipped her jacket off her shoulders. "I want to sleep with you tonight."

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