LUCIAN POINT OF VIEW

I shouldn’t have gone to see her.

I knew that the moment I stepped out of her chamber.

The doors had barely closed behind me before the weight in my chest turned sharp and ugly, jealousy mixed with grief, anger tangled with something far more dangerous.

Aria’s face wouldn’t leave my mind.

Pale. Hollowed by sleepless nights. Eyes swollen from tears she tried to hide. And yet… every time she pressed her hand to her chest, every time she whispered that she could ...