Chapter 18

• This was the first time Lucien had deigned to take me out and I was excited. Smiling happily, I slid into the back seat of the luxurious car and sighed, leaning back against the expensive upholstery and inhaling the fragrance of Gaston's familiar cologne and cigars. And of course, his whiskey!
• Suddenly I remembered that I had not seen Jamie; turning around in my seat, I frowned in puzzlement.
• A new bodyguard, a young man with a scarred face and a small ponytail stood outside the house.