Chapter One hundred and Fifteen

Talia's POV:

"We're ready for takeoff." An unfamiliar male voice startled me, and I let go of Nicholas, looking to see the blond driver standing there, watching us with an unreadable expression on his hard face.

"Good." Nicholas kept his arm around me, pressing me against his side when I tried to step away. "Talia, this is Lucas. He's the one who takes care of things if Zack is preoccupied."

"Oh, I see." I beamed at the man, my smile wide and genuine. This man didn't look pleased to see me, however. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucas. I can't even begin to thank you for what you do—"

His eyebrows arch a little, as though I said something that surprised him. "I am just doing my job," he said, his voice deep and slightly amused.

The corner of Nicholas's mouth lifted in a faint smile, but he didn't respond to that. Instead, he asked, "Is everything ready for use at the estate?"