Ivy’s POV“Why did you do it?” I whispered weakly, staring at him, but he refused to meet my eyes.

“Lucien, tell me!” I called out again before he finally turned.

He stood a few feet away, half-shrouded in shadow, his eyes glowing faintly under the dim silver wash of moonlight. He looked tired. Worn. But even through the exhaustion, he was still him.

“I don’t know,” he rasped, running a trembling hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I let it happen. I lost control.”

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