room, Lucia closed her eyes as the warm summer’s night breeze blew up into her face. With little else to do, she’d showered and changed her clothes. The long day of working left her famished, so she’d opted to take Draken up on dinner, also with her temper now slightly cooled she again wanted to broach the subject of him having her blackballed on the racing circuit. She ran a brush through her long dark locks to allow the warm wind access. She’d never admit it to Draken, but she felt a sense of belonging at his manor. She’d found her room exactly as she’d left it. Her clothes, toiletries, and cosmetics were all just as they’d been when she’d left. Stepping in off the balcony, she was greeted by a knock at the door. She offered an uncertain, “Come in.” Patrick entered the room and cleared his throat before looking down his nose and stating, “Lord Shatan wonders if the lady would care for a pre-dinner cocktail.” Toying with the pendant that dangled from a chain around her neck, Lucia decided she’d make the best of her dinner at Shatan Manor and smiled at the butler in front of her, “Patrick, I could murder a drink.” Giving her a doubtful look, Patrick turned and stated seriously, “I do not condone murder Miss, but if you’ll follow me I shall take you to the den where Mr.
