Lucien
I had seen a lot of things in this city, but I had never seen a woman walk toward death with such a hauntingly calm expression.
"Sir, there's someone in the road," Syd, my assistant and bodyguard, muttered as his foot hovered over the brake and the car rolled to a stop.
I looked up from my phone, expecting a drunk or a stray animal. Instead, I caught a flash of champagne silk and a tangle of dark hair. I frowned at first, but then I saw the familiar face walking blindly through the rain toward the center of the street, as if she were searching for a way out of this world.
I recognized her immediately as the woman I had met at West's gala. Roman West's wife. Vivienne.
"What the hell is that woman doing in the rain?"
Before Syd could even bring the Rolls to a complete stop, I was already out the door.
