Chapter 51 51. For The Love Of Books

Lucien didn't tell me where we were going.

He just drove, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping my thigh. The city blurred past, from glass to trees to ivy-covered brownstones.

"So, not even a hint?" I asked.

His lips curved slightly. "Where's the fun in that?"

I traced the line of his profi...

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