Augustine froze, stunned. He hadn't expected to hear it.
"You know her?" he asked slowly, disbelief creeping into his voice.
Lucien's response came without hesitation. "She is mine."
The words struck Augustine like a hammer.
Lucien, the man who treated women like toys, who never stuck around longer than a few nights, was suddenly claiming Audrey. And not just claiming—he sounded shaken, furious, terrified.
It all clicked, and it infuriated Augustine.
"So you are the one who broke her heart, dumped her, and walked away." His voice turned cold. "And now you are acting like some protective lover? If you really cared, why'd you throw her away in the first place? What's the point of acting like this now?"
