(Later that night)

Aria stepped out of Liana’s room, her hand gripped the door knob tightly, as she came out quietly.

She let out a soft exhale as she succeeded in not waking Liana, yet her hand still held onto the knob like she’d slip away if she didn’t.

Then, slowly she shifted her gaze to Lucian. His boots hurt the marble floor as he paced relentlessly in the dim hallway.

His fingers worked aggressively on the buttons of his shirt, almost tearing them apart than undoing ...