Chapter 128. Rage

Lucien

He had wanted to run after her, to make his woman understand why he had brought in Catalina but the doctor and his manager had been adamant. He had to have stitches on his chin and forehead. He needed to get cleaned up too. Catalina had been tagging along, clinging to him but as soon as they were out of the auditorium, he had turned to her.

“Look, Dana,’ he had said, his rasping voice gruff with tiredness, “I need to be with my wife now. ‘

She had still been half-naked, her chest exposed but someone had persuaded her to wear a robe. It was similar to his and almost as an afterthought, he found himself wondering how she had come by it.

He needed to find out, he thought, rubbing his forehead banally. She was beginning to worm her way into areas that she had no business being in.

Catalina glared at him, her small green eyes narrowed in rage, bristling in indignation,

“So, tell me, Lucien Delano,’ she sneered, her voice drippin