Savage Gentleman: 6. Aftermath and the Interrogation

The rain had followed them out of the city.

It streaked down the windshield in nervous fingers, blurring the lights of pursuit until the world itself seemed to dissolve into a wash of silver and shadow. Evelyn sat beside Lucas, her trembling hands clasped over the small leather satchel that held more than jewels — evidence, names, truths powerful enough to ruin dynasties.

The engine hummed low as they veered off the highway and into a road that no longer appeared on maps. Lucas drove without a word, his face half-lit by passing flashes of lightning, eyes fixed and unreadable.

When they finally stopped, it was at an abandoned manor — a relic swallowed by ivy and time, crouched at the edge of a fog-wrapped lake. He killed the engine. For a moment, the only sound was rain striking the roof and the pounding of Evelyn’s heart.

“Here?” she whispered.

“It’s safer than the city,” he murmured. “No one remembers this place.”

He stepped out into the storm, h