Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)

by Lucy Score

Lucian Rollins. Luce or Lucy to his friends, of whom he had few. Lucifer to me and the rest of his legion of enemies. I hated how my body reacted to the man every time he walked into a room. That tingling awareness like every nerve in my body just got the same message at the same time. I could deal with that innate, biological warning that danger was near. After all, there was nothing safe about the man. What I couldn’t handle was how the tingling turned immediately into a warm, happy, reflexive There you are, as if I’d been holding my breath for him to appear.

It was strange, having a secret with the boy I’d once loved and now sharing it with the man I couldn’t stand.

“Sometimes in order to build things back up, you gotta tear them down to the studs.

“Naomi brought hugs. I brought tequila,” Lina corrected.

the only way out is through.

Sloane’s Jeep pulled in behind my vehicle. The lights and engine cut out, but the music continued. It was “Man! I Feel Like a Woman.” I sighed. Some things never changed.

“There are some things we never get over. Some things we hide from the light,”

I needed therapy and a drink.

“I remember every second of us.”