As this conclusion formed in her mind, Willow's fingers began to tremble.
In that exact second, she felt an overwhelming, desperate need to see Lucian.
She had a thousand questions burning on her tongue. She needed to confirm if the nightmare she had just remembered was the undeniable truth.
Once that impulse surfaced, it was impossible to suppress.
Willow washed up at lightning speed. After hesitating in front of her closet for two seconds, she picked out a form-fitting mermaid dress. Grabbing her keys, she hurried out to find him.
But the moment she pulled her front door shut, she bumped into a familiar figure.
York Lockwood.
He was wearing a sharply tailored dark gray suit that accentuated his tall, lean physique, giving him an unexpected aura of disciplined elegance.
Gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, masking his gaze and adding an inexplicable sense of detachment to his demeanor.
His current aristocratic composure was completely unrecognizable from the York she had first met.
Willow tilted her head in confusion. What kind of crisis had York gone through recently? He disappeared for a while and suddenly decided to play the brooding executive?
Before Willow could speak, York took the initiative. "Were you going to look for Lucian?"
Willow hummed in agreement, her curiosity piqued. "Why are you here?"
A subtle shift crossed York's eyes as he pushed up his glasses with one hand. "Lucian had an appointment. He left an hour ago."
Willow frowned. She didn't doubt York's words. After all, he was Lucian's most trusted confidant. Even when Lucian was being hunted down, he kept York by his side. York had no reason to lie to her.
Willow only had one nagging question: why didn't Lucian tell her he was leaving? He hadn't even sent a single text.


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