Serena did not bother to stop him from leaving. She watched Lucian walk away, each step he took echoing faintly through the underground hall like a beat against the silent drum of her heart. She didn't say a word. Not a whisper escaped her lips. She simply sat rooted in place, her arms wrapped around herself as if the gesture could somehow offer her comfort.
Her eyes lingered long after he had disappeared from view, and her mind was beginning to wonder what exactly she was supposed to do in that situation.
Again, the thought returned like a haunting refrain: 'If I had known, I would have just stayed back in the house.'
If only she had not let her anger get the best of her. If only she had swallowed her pride and remained in Lucian's house, this situation would have been easier to deal with.
