- Elara Voss:
Lucien is… different today.
Not distant. Not avoiding me. If anything, he's still close—hovering near, like he wants to be around us. But there's something else there now, something I can't quite name.
Nervousness.
Lucien, nervous.
It's subtle, but I see it. The way his fingers twitch at his sides. The way he glances at me and then looks away just as quickly. The way he almost speaks—his lips parting, breath hitching—before he swallows whatever words were about to come out.
I don't think I've ever seen him like this before.
Last night lingers between us, unspoken. The taste of his lips, the way he held me, the way he didn't pull away from the taste of Ronan on me.
My stomach tightens.
I need to say something. Do something.
