Chapter 88. I Am in Danger

After Zayn’s father was done talking with Lucien, he waved his hand lightly, as if dismissing the subject, and looked at the bodyguard standing by the door.

“Take him back,” he instructed. His tone carried authority that left no room for questions. Then, after a pause, he added, “And send three more men with you. Protect him.”

The guard bowed his head respectfully. “Yes, sir.”

Lucien stood quickly, a huge breath of relief escaping his lips. His chest felt lighter the moment the words “take him back” left the old man’s mouth. He had been tense the whole time in that room, with Zayn’s father watching him like a hawk, as if trying to read his very soul. Finally, he could leave.

“Thank you,” Lucien muttered politely, though his voice was tight. He didn’t wait for a response. Turning away, he almost rushed out of the room. His hands shook slightly as he clutched his bag closer to his body. Finally. I can breathe again, he thought.

With the bodyguard who had