The room was quiet. Still. Shadows clung to the walls like silent witnesses to the storm brewing between them. The air hung heavy, thick with things unspoken and tension that buzzed just beneath the surface of their skin.
Serena stood there, the glass still in her hand, untouched. She hadn't even realized she was holding it anymore. His question was swirling around in her head and she didn't know how to respond to it.
Lucian stared at her, waiting for her answer, knowing from the look on her face that she was contemplating something.
"I don't know where this… somewhere in between is or what it's called," she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper as she looked down at the floor. "But I think I've gone past that level." Her fingers clenched slightly around the glass in her hand as she finally confessed it, swallowing down her nervousness like a bitter pill that refused to go down smoothly.
