Lucas looked down at his right hand, his eyes hooded. This hand… He had once touched her scraped knees, his fingertips stained with her blood—the blood she had shed for him.

He had fallen in love with her, but why? Why was luck never on his side? He had missed his chance with Serenity! If only he had known. If only he had not mistaken someone else for her! Jealousy blinded him in the heat of the moment. If it had not, he could have helped Serenity when she sought help!

Lynette was an impostor