Lucian's POV
"Isn't that Davon?" Aiden's voice broke the silence, sharp and filled with disbelief. "What the hell is he doing with Alina?"
My fingers curled into tight fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms as a blinding wave of fury washed over me. I didn't answer him. My legs moved on pure instinct, eating up the pavement as I marched straight toward them.
"Alina," I called out, my voice tighter than a pulled wire.
The brilliant smile on her face faltered the exact moment her eyes met mine. She stopped in her tracks, looking slightly guilty but mostly surprised. "Lucian... you came a little late today. I was actually about to let Davon drop me off at home."
My eyes stretched wide in absolute shock, my chest tightening so hard I could barely breathe. Drop her off at home?
"By the way," Alina continued, completely oblivious to the war raging inside me as she gestured to the man beside her. "This is Davon. He's the guy I told you about—the one who saved my life."
